some more words

our patterns are our weaknesses.
i don't have words to describe this as i feel it right now, because words themselves are just patterns too: abstractions upon which we project our own conceptions of identity and meaning.
thus, words cannot even come close to describing how exactly i feel about you.
you could spend all day contemplating what my words say, but it doesn't matter as long as you know what i mean. although, sometimes i'm not sure i know either.