Exploding Egoes Goes without Exploring...or Explaining

There is music in my mind,
and painting on my fingers.
Poetry is my voice,
and an ocean is my skin.

I live in skies....
full of infinite mystery.
so many reasons and whys
to think about reality - for eternity.

I have a countless emotions to feel
and I am very desperate to be real.
I have this intense desire
to forget myself
But I also have an equally strong urge
to simply remember Me....

But I am as much in love with You
as much as you are in love with your Self.

I am extremely old
and I am also brand new.

I hate it when I am unable to love.
But I love it when I am unable to hate.

I can fly far above
and I can dwell deep within.
I am the author of my own story,
But I am also the reader -
my own critique,
of my personal history.
I agree -
I am full of my self
and I am constantly Me.
But in my emptiness is you
and I imagine you are an endless sea...

 I love "you" more
than you can ever see.

There are waves in my mind
and colors in my eyes
This is my poetry...
for you - a gift from me.
So are we really distinct...
you and me?