Apart (from me)

by on July 30, 2018 :: 0 comments

I know no one
and no one really knows me
and in that I am free –

I want you to know me
but you don’t know me
and in that I am trapped –

shifting back and forth
back and forth on this see-saw
across time, apart
never really making progress –

my world and theirs
my world always so different from theirs
them me
them me –

now tell me, why do you want to be free?

editors note:

I see; we seek the comfort of captivity, when it’s alone to be free. – mh clay

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