I write because I want to be understood. But there’s a paradox to it. Every metaphor feels like a veil. Misunderstanding creeps in. You think you know me, but you really don’t. What you actually see is a glimpse of yourself reflected in my writing, and that’s how we connect. Yes, we are connected through these words. What I write or speak may seem like an open door to my thoughts, but is it really open? Or are you seeing a reflection of yourself here? Maybe you’ll never uncover the true meaning. So, without my knowledge, you step inside my head, wandering through it. Then you notice a door, an exit back to your own world, because you’ve made some meaning out of my words. That’s how you find your way out. But why do you return for more? There’s nothing here, except love. Love is beyond misunderstandings, illusions and metaphors. Our bond transcends all literal understandings for sure.