I to you.

Let it be something
Give it no name
Let it mean nothing
While meaning the same

Let it take a day
Have it make it's way
Let it take a week
Let it make us weak

Let it into our lives
Let it control our hives
Let it speak it's tongue
On our bodies so young

Let it want
Give in to it's wants
Let it breathe
Through our skin beneath

Try not to stop
Let it reach atop
Try not to contain
Let it not die in pain

Be weak;
Give in;
Crumble;
Succumb,
To it.
To I.
To You.
To Us.

Reboot.

At peace. At a place. Not so far from my place. But closer, enough to be insignificant. Sitting on a bench. Cool evening breeze. Bats flying. Runners running. Dogs barking. And I'm listening.
My mind seems to be clear today. I have no conviction of doubt's existence. My thoughts are free. My thinking still. My mind is at the present. At this park. On this phone. Noting down these things I see. I'm not bothered by the past now. I'm not worried about the future.. I am like the shadow that exists only under this particular light. The present is light. The light fading in the present.
Old men walking along a triangular path. My bench is on one of its sides. They greet each other. They miss me. I miss me.
I have been away. Away from myself. It's time to come back now. Go back.