We are in love with ourselves.

We look to each other
in search of that which is already found within.

That which lies within can,
just as readily,
be found in the eyes of every enemy and every friend.

Meant to meet time and time again...
Like these two lovers;
The paper and the pen.

Perceived separate
only by the eyes of the unrealized.

The smile of an old man
passes onto a childish grin
and on it proceeds,
again and again...

Peace and love pervade
even in the bloodiest of sin.
Just as nature can be found
in the most synthetic creations of men.

And even through the most tireless efforts,
Separation is only concept
with no beginning and no end...

So we fall in love,

with ourselves,


...over and over again!