to the inside

Their understanding is sought,
but it is not needed.

You appear different from the outside,
but you open up, and I fall in...
deep into piles of logic
layered in a mass of confused thoughts.
The further I go, the darker it seems,
the more I mis-understand...
and yet the more I understand my misunderstanding.
I am far too deep to think of you otherwise,
to know you as others know you...
from the outside.

There is loneliness that comes with my knowledge...
loneliness, that you share far greater than mine,
for though I have fallen far,
it is not far enough
and possibly will never be.
You stand alone then,
accepting that you are possibly the only one
that can fully understand the core of you.

My understanding is sought,
but it is not needed.