“There is no one here to meet.

At first, I thought there was

A name, a face, a tongue, a body 

Some skin and maybe a scent 

But the more I looked the more it went

Left, and lefter, and up and up

And I followed the feeling

Hoping to give it a name, but It ran away

Everytime and got bigger each time I tried to name it

Eventually I gave up. And I gave up trying to know everything about it, to name it.

Because I could never catch it once it took off. It’s stride got wider and wider.

My attempts were futile.

I stopped trying to capture it

And then it became my friend. 

Surrounding me, consuming me.

I looked inside of me and found only a feeling.

There is no one here to meet.”