It is in this moment.
Now.
This moment of clarity.
Here.
I find myself, waiting...
It is in this moment of clarity, I am able to look in your eyes.
Instead of looking at you, and seeing right through you.
I see you for who you are, and hear what you say as if you speak through me.
It is in this moment of clarity, that I remember who I am.
Instead of who I think I am, but who I am with you.
I feel you for who you know I am, and feel life as if you live through me.
It is in this moment, now.
This moment of clarity, here.
I find myself, waiting for you to say what I have already felt you think.
It is this singular moment of clarity, now.
That I have come to realise just how much of me you are.
I have come to know, just how much of you that I am.
And it is in that realisation, in this very moment.
That I am at peace.
Because I know that you are nothing more, than an extension of me.
And I, an extension of you.
We are not one, we are many and I am grateful.
Grateful for this singular moment.
This moment of clarity.
That I hope you find someday.
I am Timi