Follow me out of the light, away from the chaos. Here in the darkness, in this quiet place where the maddening sounds melt, where you exist in every measured breath, what do you see? Is it me? Away from your calculated thoughts, away from the weight on your bones, away from your past, away from your walls, away from that deceptive keyhole where you attempt to peer into the future. Let the air from this place fill your lungs, let me breathe life into you. For you see, it is you I always see. I see you in the dark where ugliness can hide or in the light where beauty is scrutinized into measure, all I see is your perfection in this imperfect wonderful mess.