Journey

I started out,
just me,
doing what I do,
and being myself,
but then I found you.

I started out,
again,
but now we were two,
doing what we do,
and being ourselves.

Writing,
not difficult,
writing about feelings,
hard,
writing about true feelings,
harder.

Sometimes,
just sometimes,
I feel an ache,
why do I feel this ache?
Because of my emotions.

Experiences....
recalling......
My unfortunate and loyal friend.
I think too deep,
too deeply for matters so simple,
and the reverse,
for matters so complex.

I feel caged,
I've experienced this before,
but not like this.
Is it truly freedom I yearn?