to be known ;
something so mortifying and disturbing yet i can't stop myself from desiring it. I know myself. my face, hair, body, desires, temper, wants, and needs. I know what I love. I know what i hate. I know my weaknesses, my imperfections, after all I have made myself me.
so whose choice is it but mine to share this with
others ? to share myself ? but who am I if not shared ?
am I all I will ever know ?
is all that is going to know me just me ?
to be understood on every level ; in every aspect, is something so unique... so rare. I'm starting to wonder if it's really possible.
can one truly comprehend another being?
their entire thought process, their body, their actions, their past? can you look at one and truly understand who they are? what they are, what they do, how they think, how they act? are they pretending? just merely putting on a performance for others?
can you look at one and comprehend every detail and aspect of that person ?
to have an idea of yourself is different than actually being yourself. if I am not myself, how can you truly see me ? if you are not yourself, how can I truly see you ?
