Dreamer

He asked me who I was…
And this was my reply
To ask would be to think that I could put the intricacies
Of my infinitely dimensional (and demented) personality into a set of words
Made up by 2 dimensional letters on a single dimensional page...
Such a feat is entirely impossible
I’d like to experience that
To get to know me is to subject yourself to the same analytical thought processes
To which I subject every dimension of my life
A tiresome act for some
Not I
Yet to intentionally seek out another is the purest form of innocence one can have... Knowing that to open oneself up to scrutiny
Also opens oneself up to another at the risk of pain
No pain No gain
And yet for every pain I find myself further in the hole...
The mountain ever growing
Maybe romance is a lost art
I'd have to hope not
Wouldn't we all
But the world has changed
And I for one would like to go back
About a hundred years or so
When men were men and women weren't
And the expectations were clearer and not so left up the imagination
Infinite iterations of idiotic imbeciles
Makes for too much time negotiating and not enough time living
I like you
What pray tell have you found yourself in like with?
I like your attitude
You are straightforward
Insightful
You'll get sick of it
I'll take that chance
Idealistic dreamer