You live within at the end of every experience, wait for me like a snake eager to snap as soon as I step out of the tunnel of what I had lost myself in: a book, the trees, an idea, making love with someone other than you—whatever it is you are there ready to hold me in your favorite squeeze, to ask me your endless questions like how how could you lose yourself abandon me for something as shapeless as an idea, as sharp as love? Why shouldn’t I tighten my grip now so that you never trip forward since if you do it will be easier for you to get up and see your heart still remains intact? Falling in love involves falling which looks a lot like the word failing and we can’t let that happen again. Don’t you know the word passion originally means to suffer, refers to the son who died on the bloody cross why would you want to be passionate, to ask for more than what I can provide to your lonely soul? Yes it is lonely don’t forget I will accompany you forever in fact in fact I will bark at you more loudly than the rest of the world so that you won’t need it anymore, won’t need anyone anything a life that consists of more than this. Lose yourself in me. Maybe one day you will love me, see me for what I am. It’s not like you have any other choice. I am just trying to do my job: you have nothing else to fear if I am your one and only. I can be your everything: friend, pet, lover. Idea, prey, predator.