Inside, outside

I rip off an outer layer and inside, I experience a fresh coolness.

I move my own body, and see you shift accordingly.

I subjectively experience the rain, an objective occurrence, but my subjective experience is shaped by something external to me. I praise the rain, changing your subjective experience of an objective occurrence. You complain of the rain, changing my experience, too.

I swim through body of water. My flesh melts in, I am fluid, we are water.

Music carries me. Together, we move.

Inner and outer, you and me, self and other, objective and subjective…unique but the same.

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