i can feel you move inside of me

in and out,
in and out,
racing through my lungs.
push and pull,
pull and pull,
muscles contracting that move you.
this will never mean anything more than what it looks like;
not enough eyes will see or brains will comprehend.
no, i do not have some complex look or show flashing through your lenses.
this is just a message engraved in the back of your head.
i saw it, i felt it when i stared into your eyes and your feelings reflected off your retinas.
i know you, i know you,
i know how you feel.
i am you, i am you;
but am i really real ?


oh, so i've decided to start writing a book.
yeah, something raw
something inside of me
i've already written chapters and chapters of another,
but it doesnt reflect me or who i am.
so, new book.