This tearing loneliness inside…
This strange inconsistency between belonging and not belonging…
This mindless yet continual awareness of knowing you’re not doing what you want to do… but also consistently reminded that you do not know what you want to do…
Having to deal with people asking you every time about how you’re doing. Having to deal with people not asking you ever about how you’re doing.
Pushing a strand of hair behind your ear and resting your chin in your hand…. Staring vacantly into the sky or at someone… Wanting to rest that gaze on a face that understands.. feel the touch of a hand that knows what it’s like…
Waiting forever for the truth… waiting, for anything… for something different, something the same, anything…
A thousand years of this moment…
