Self

O, How much I miss you... Sometimes it feels or I feel I will never write again.
But everyday I think about "you" actually I meant about "me" which is "you".
In a philosophical sense I never stop thinking about "myself"...Not that I completely clearly understand all the intricacies, the whole meaning, I do not have complete comprehension or apprehension of the "self" as a word-Logos- that stands "byitself", "foritself"...Let alone "myself","me","I" as an entity as a "self", as a "consciousness" conscience of its "presence" and I say presence as a part of the bigger picture which is The Existence...In other words I stand "aware" that "I exist"..."I am"..."I another"...