I want you to second guess yourself when you see me. To look at your hands and lose your train of thought. I want you to be as hopelessly lost as I am, just so we can wander the rest of our days in the same state. Wandering yet, completely home, our minds connected as our feet become covered with dirt. I want you to love me because I cannot love. Reach for my hands and nothing else. Converse till I can count the stars and follow them, home.

Reach for my hands and show me that people are not all the same.

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