JamRocking in Paris IV- reflections I

i don’t know where i am, where you are. i feel you, i think. i feel myself; i feel nothing. a touch so light, a feathery response; yet i am not convinced, that you are.

i dont know where to look to find you. sometimes all seems clear; sometimes not. not that i try my mightiest, just once in a while you occupy my mind all day.

i dont know where i am, where you are, what you'll be. how can i prepare for you? am i capable? am i robust enough? the pages of books present words, repeated over and over again, disclosing facts and advice. yet i remain confused.
I don’t know how to nurture you; feed you and embrace you. Take your hands and lead you.

I don’t know where i am, where we are. I feel you, i think. I feel you.