The emotions swirling through your soul,
The past woes that have embedded
Into your heart;
They become mine.
As the soil soaks the drops of rain,
My soul soaks in your pain.
The paths that you have ventured,
The choices that have defined yourself,
Those times click into my mind in perfect
Clarity.
Your past becomes mine.
Time is relative when you feel the surface
As the foundation.
It twirls in circles around time unfolded.
What is to be,
What has already become,
To what...