Deeper (delving)

Past names and numbers and words and labels, I found better words that seemed to fit a little tighter, I waded through them and tried to sift out my own to present to her. When have we gone deep enough, down and in and through enough to say we know? We know one thing at one time about one person who is ever morphing into other people. We are trying to reach into the bottom of a box that has no walls, whose wood is soft like water and dances around our fingers. We are always under the surface, bubbles floating from our lips and rising, rising, rising to the names and numbers and words above.