What do you say…

What do you say to yourself when you cross the world over and drown in the sea of self-consciousness and stand in the desert of the real only to become the water at your neck and the sand at your feet?

That it was all worth it.

How would i know what fire and ice taste; how would i smell the dawn and sunsets of my youth; how would i touch my youth and have maturity, dedication and responsibility linger on my tongue?

Thank you all now.

Now and then, when I will become a part of you, for there is no end to me, or you, for that matter. For we are all one and all.