So moved and yet unmoving...

The Lore of the Tides:

Once upon a time there was a little planet with lots of water that fell in love with a bigger planet that was thirsty.  Wanting to fulfill the bigger planet's every need, the little planet fell into orbit around the bigger planet and began surrendering its oceans by craterfuls to the larger one.  Soon the larger planet grew to be the bluest planet in the universe while the little one still circled in its deepest admiration of milky whiteness (yet harboring its own nurture of life-sustaining waters deep within).  The bluest planet was so taken by the little planet's loving gift that it pledged forever to mix the waters well as one would the saliva of ones' tongues in a luscious open-mouthed kiss.  And even the waters themselves, never forgetting the heart and bosom from whom they were bequeathed, still leap with joy regularly during moments of growing closer as if to gesture a return to the primal mother to make all replete again.

like the heaving breasts of a woman pulsating in passionate embrace...

don't ask me where i am

     ...i am nowhere.

don't ask me what i'm doing

     ...i'm doing nothing.

don't ask me who i am

     ...i am no one.

just feeling...feeling with the heart.

the mind sucks too much and is burdened with too many thoughts of who loves who and who did what to whom when or how i wonder do you get along without me when i can't ever even seem to get along without myself let alone my thoughts about your thoughts about me.

this no one is awaiting one moment:

to (still) be a friend.

accomplish me that.