What I Wonder

What are you thinking, I was asked.
For I was lost apparently.
What was I thinking?
My mind has found a beautiful destination to which it escapes every chance it gets.
You.
I often find myself thinking about you.
I want to know if you sleep with your mouth open or closed, or if you even sleep at all.
You have got me thinking about what kind of dreams you have, and do you often sit for 10 minutes trying to string the pieces of the dreams that you remember.
I often wonder what you wonder about when you look at me, or what to you wonder about while looking at the single ray of light coming from the crack in the bathroom door on a cold dark night.

I want you to tell me about light, the one in your eyes, what makes your eyes shine, money, passion or love.
And do they still shine or did you lose their luster to this dark world?
Tell me, about dark as well, are you afraid of it, or do you find pleasure in its unbecoming.
Become, what is it that you wanted to become, would you rather live a fiery 3 day life by a becoming a firefly or would you rather stroll the world as a tortoise, watching people grow old and memories growing fonder, Or would you rather become just happy.

You have got me thinking about happiness and whether it is the end of the world, are we all here to be happy or is despair sometimes beautiful too, because you sure carry grief with abundant grace.
I want to know what do you find beautiful. All phases of moon, weariness of a traveler with numerous tales to tell, sunlight and moonlight, people at 3 AM or do you think beauty is in worship.
I long to know what you think about me.
Do you even think about me, do you too think of me when you hear laughter or see a sincere smile. Do you too fathom about how a pair of eyes never get tired of capturing a face.
Do you think of me when you think of lights and do you think of me in the dark.
Or do you not think of me at all.