Part 2:

Part 2: I have been thinking about it, about her, all night. I cannot get her out of my mind. She told me we knew one another in a past life. It was another one of life’s mysteries; an undiscovered underwater rock formation. I know this path, as I have traveled down it many times before. They think they know me, using their common adjectives to describe me internally. There are not words to align with who and what I am. I allow them to think whatever they want; they are going to do it anyway. Their minds are already certain, and made up; they distinctly know who I am. It is an association of a past experience they really know; not me, not who or what I am or about. I have become accustomed to it now; it has taken a whole lifetime to get used to. This is why all of the birds fly away from me; they already think they know who and what I am. No one has ever taken the time to listen, to see, and to understand the true meaning contained within my words. It is an expectation which will continue to exist unfulfilled. It does not bother me anymore, it used to, but not anymore. There is this deep flow which exists within me. This flow craves for someone to naturally have the ability to authentically transmute the meaning within my words. It is a delusional prospect, I know; yet the cravings never cease.