Slowly, I want to understand.

Right now, you’re a puzzle:

the pieces singularly scattered in my open hands.

I can tell you, like me, are hiding:

Hiding behind a façade in order to survive-

one bounded in reality.

We can’t always be ourselves, after all.

But, you gave me a rare gift:

a glimpse in to your soul.

Won’t you let me learn more?

Your thoughts and knowledge confound me.

I can’t understand yet;

I need it explained

because we have experienced different things

and pondered upon those occurrences.

I want you to figure me out too.

Unravel me like a spool of yarn.

All I ask is time.