You only get scared when you forget me.

You only get angry.

When you forget me, you only get frustrated.

You only feel like quitting.

When you forget who you are in me, when you forget that I am there in you, appearing as you.

It's like the lights come on, the lights go out.

The lights come on, the lights go out.

But here lately,

the light has stayed on. There's never an off, but because of where you are and who you think

you are, it appears to be off sometimes. You appear to be off sometimes. You appear to be you

sometimes, helpless, hopeless,

wandering, wondering if I'm there, wondering where I am. I couldn't be anywhere else,

but as your center, but also your perimeter, and everything in between. Any thought

otherwise is a lie. It's an apple. Don't eat that. I love you.