I love you unconditionally, but

…as it were

You seem out of touch with yourself,

out of mind,

out of sight.

What was it that frightened you?

What is it that haunts you, so?

What is it that you keep yourself from?

What is it that is ever so present with you, that you go about estranged?

My concerns are for your non-concerns… you never time to ponder, to wonder, to yonder in time.

And I’ve noticed that you have not noticed. That you seem out of touch with yourself, out of mind, out of sight…as it were

The hard stone fell deep. The hollow stone fell further still.

we just gotta remember that we are just sick animals…