I Know

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.