Started writing this some time ago, just found it while cleaning out some folders. Put some touches on it and wanted to share it. I used to write “poetry” or something like it a loooong time ago, this is my first attempt since then.

I see this man
and he sees me
but who is he
and why is he following me

I ask him
who are you
with a blank stare he replies
who are you

trying to see past
this idea of me
there is a wall
blocking my sight

unclouded and coherent
calm mind still
sight vibrant and open
the fog begins to clear

I see this man
and he sees me
he’s telling me stories
teaching me to see