Tanken om Tanken

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.