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Finding yourself. Losing yourself. Recognizing yourself, in someone else.

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You lost yourself
somewhere out there
in the barren desert.

Alone, but inspired.
Desire, your guide
A risk, a leap of faith.

The point at which
Space and time
Collide
& bend
repel
& blend
according to
similar laws
and forces
that guide
a spirit.

When I’m found
I feel lost
When I’m lost
I feel found
But
Most importantly
I’ve found myself
In you.
Which reverberates into
The never-ending quest
of me
In you
And you
In me.
And you
And me
And me
And you.
And I.

One.

I can tell
By the look
in your eye.
We aren’t done.

Now there’s sweat on your skin.

Are you ready,
To begin?