Inside is not outside;
yet often the boundaries
fade between the two.

Shall I seek perfect immersion
with you
but that can be a too great sacfifice
if carried too far.
Shall I live only inside, where comfortable
though that might be
is only the Unity of One.

To wall off a wall between the two is possible
and I could aspire to live both lives
but that would surely make me schiozd
and seem duplicitous.
Shall I aspire then for a wedding of the two
and become some blend of me and me (my inside, my outside)
or alternatively of me and you?

Seems like a lot of work
for an uncertain outcome.

What would this blend feel like?

I would one day have the view of me
and the next day the view of you
or perhaps a blend would be contradictary views
in that melding of your views and my own.
 

Or perhaps I am mistaken in all of this
assuming there is a fine line between outside
and inside; maybe I have no individual psyche
rather I am a history of who I know and have known
and my inside is their outside and vice versa.

Oh, this is a conumdrum..