why?

i told myself not to, and so i won't. you can't complete me and i wouldn't want you to try anyway. partnership, that's all. letting go, that's all. swept by the wind. and i still know myself better than that. i know nothing of it all except...me. solitary in feeling and thought, yet i cannot stand with speechless tongue and wordless aim and actionless meaning and let you run away with it all. i dive deep into conscious cluelessness, guided misguidedness and cautioned whims. i swim in uncertainty but always knowing what's yours is mine and mine yours. one may never know what the heart knows nor understand what the soul attracts. it is not a puzzle to solve nor riddle to unhinge. life is the makings of what it simply be. why me? because. there is an hour. a moment. fleeting perhaps. lasting perhaps. but it is there, none-the-less.