I can’t keep up with you.
You, in yourself, and you in your entity. Everything, everyone here, so new and jubilant and enthralling but likewise, so very unnatural, recusant to my disposition.
I suppose I always thought it was a sort of act. A giant emotional facade, built to hold back the unwanted and let out the rest. But I see now there was no act.
This is them. This is you. This is everyone… but not me.
And here I stand once again, in the only familiar ground I know— to be left behind? Maybe. Maybe I can break from myself this time. Maybe this time can be different.
But right now, all I feel is me…
And all I want to be is yours.
