Take it and release it.
From the other edge of the world I cry out to you. I cry out for you, from another world, another time, another mind. I want to want to want you, but I don't want to want you. I really, really do want you.
For what?..
Because the feeling of belonging does only exist with you... not always, but only there.
So I keep crying out... I will... And not the way you cry out for me. I guess something of me is beyond your understanding, because the only way to understand it, is to be me, which I am the only one capable.
I say this to you: If you want something, let it free. If it returns to you, it's yours, but if it doesn't, it wasn't yours to begin with.
For what?..
Because the feeling of belonging does only exist with you... not always, but only there.
So I keep crying out... I will... And not the way you cry out for me. I guess something of me is beyond your understanding, because the only way to understand it, is to be me, which I am the only one capable.
I say this to you: If you want something, let it free. If it returns to you, it's yours, but if it doesn't, it wasn't yours to begin with.
