<< You don't even know me, you say.

I suppose I don't know you either — what with all the running away we've been doing.

At least we've been at it together. Wonder what it means.

You've found me by our shared knowledge. — You know the universe is bigger than we imagine.

You've run away in other ways before. — You believe in something, or maybe even in everything.

Or maybe you're entirely different. Why should I be the only hidden one?

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not fix you by knowing you.
not define you by describing you
there's enough that care about you, that may care about you and write.
but when I try to care, I suppose I suspend the rules for a bit.

They say that what I am sets everything in stone by observation…
how set is it, if ooramenyav infinite?

So, that's what I've been running from. What about you?