i am detached, and the world is a hook.
my empty fingers are tingling;desperate for something to grasp.
i am am open latch waiting to be clasped and fastened; i yearn to be secured.
your words linger onto my mind like smoke.
i admire you for letting your mind free, stripped and raw for all to see without fear nor hesitation.
i wish i could put out like that.
the ability to state how you truly feel is something that i lack of.
i crave guidance; like a sheep to a shepherd or the three wise men who followed the star, except for two things;
i am not wise
and i am alone.
i
am
alone.
for someone who's the epitome of dependence, you'd think i'd have someone but...
you'd be wrong.
the world does not stick around for someone like me;
too-attached me
too-reliant me
too-dependent me.
the world does not accompany those who fear to stand alone the most.
i am the weight that keeps the dreamers from lifting off the ground, the anchor that keeps the boat still, and i apologize because i need you.
i'm sorry for holding you back because i am not sure of who i am or what i believe in.
i'd like to think that there is some celestial beauty in the art of not knowing but there is none.
ignorance is not bliss; it is emptiness, it is fear, it is dependence, it is tears.
i patiently wait for your lead because i rely on your wisdom though now i see that even you are unsure so i apologize.
i am detached.
i am an anchor.
i
am unwise.
i am alone.
how ironic that of all the things i said that i am, i am still unsure of who i am so now, i look at you with asking eyes and for that
i apologize.
