Both of me...

This city is cold, I remember telling me that. The city lights were so bright and yet I could feel no warmth. A place called home which we, somehow, couldn't bear to return to. Which side didn't belong? Me had no answer.

Life has a very hypnotic rhythm to it. In the midst of trying to relate to others, we tend to lose ourselves and never wake up from it all. I lost myself but found me again. Finally recognise and accept myself, simply because I see myself in me.

May be a dream but its all worth living.

Loving me.

Its like living again.

I am me. You are me.