I knew what I liked.

      At one time, I knew what I liked, and liked what I knew. Then I was not so sure I knew what I was, and if what I knew was for me; nor I for it. 

      I gave myself to the unknown in all directions and came up knowledgeable but empty handed.         

      Eventually I returned to what I knew, but now what I know does not recognize me. Only will it accept and understand if I return to a state of ignorance. For it does not know is that one cannot unlearn, and forgetting is not the same thing. 

     What it forgets is that there is no going back, only understanding. 

      While I know it didn't forget what was ignored, I could never forget, but I keep trying to go back and that it understands.

       A big part of its' charm is the resistance to change and refusal to understand. 

      What I accept as my greatest asset is the inability to hide the truth, as my overwhelming empathy creates only acceptance and understanding.
       I can't hide my weather beaten face; for you, nor I would know who I am.