You have not known what you are.
You have slumbered upon yourself all your life.
Your eyes have been as much as closed most of the time.
What you have done is already in mockeries.

The mockeries are not you.
Underneath them
And within them,
I see you lurk...

-Walt Whitman



YOU don’t have to like the songs I listen or books I read, or how I enjoy dust particles dancing across a shaft of light. What I want is that you appreciate my subjectivity and I know I appreciate yours - two separate singularities colliding from the opposite edges of the universe.

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