I speak to you in riddles.. when my words get in my way..

I sometimes feel as if you can understand every word i say, every letter i write, every look i give.. i sometimes feel that you can read my silence when i draw into myself, read all i am thinking silently, secretly, positive of the security of my own mind.. read it as easily as it were imprinted on my skin. And i, who claims nothing as aggressively as my own as the right of my own thoughts, the sanctuary of my own mind, the protection of my comforting secure privacy that lets me be my own comforter, my own healer, my own punisher; lets me be the judge of my weaknesses alone and no other to share any part.. love that..?

And i wonder at my own flight from what grabs my attention the most. My shying away from what interests me like no other. Why..? i want to remain hidden in the shadows. i want to know everything and not give away a bit.. i would give you my open interest, all my curiousity, my wonder, my attention.. my affection.. as long as i dont catch any of yours.. why..

To know when to ignore.. when to love.. when to tell off and when to protect.. when to laugh at.. when to laugh with.. when to talk and when to listen.. when just to comfort and just when to turn away.. i sometimes wonder at your art.. and mine.