Being here
and seeing,
allowing this world
to enter your mind
is an isolating experience.
Only I can know
how something enters my mind,
how my mind cannot make sense of it,
how I close my eyes to new light,
how I give up
and let this experience take over me.
We can look at a flower together.
But only I can know
what it means
to look at this flower as me.
I can show you my playlist,
I can tell you the quotes that stay with me,
I can even give you my heart.
But at the end
all I see,
all I feel
can be only felt by me.
it rains in my heart 