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Love me,
Like your not above me.

Change me,
Open up, re-arrange me.

Dance with me,
Each chance you get with me.

Take me,
Grab ahold and make me.

Show me,
Let lose, go with me.

Move me,
As a groove made for me.

Shock me,
Don’t just walk with me.

Lose me,
Like you use to use me.

Hide me,
It will stay inside me.

Choose me,
Please don’t lose me.

My head tried to visualize how a person comes apart.  Its not like you might think, no blood, no guts, but more like a pie chart with life events cutting into the whole, separating parts from the whole.  I see words on the whole and the parts; patients, love, kindness, etc.  How much can be cut out before the whole is incapacitated?  What brings the parts back together?  Other words are revealed as parts cut away, the negative, they look dark like a diseased lung.

I can see other people connected right into the parts, direct lines that have access to parts that maybe no one else can.  Something simple to represent the way we relate to people, how much of me I give you.  I wanted to go away and cut those lines the day before.  Live without those influences for a while, like a vacation of sorts, maybe thats how the parts come back together.