Not being Together ties us Together.
Deterioration of spirit; of mind.
Surrounded by chaos, the rhythm of life cycling, and free will of individuals within-
But still Removed.
And there are the good days:
Ones where you feel immersed and a member of the world around you:
There are other, actually important things to worry about.
But falling back into routine becomes deadly for the soul-
And you arrive home, if someplace even manages to be that for you, and it returns:
Do They want me here?
Do i want me here?
Do i want Them here?
But i do, I so desperately do.
So you carry on,
Day in, breath in;
Time here spent working to reject the terrifying notion of separation:
Whether through reclusion, through a false visage, whatever the method of choice.
That’s all there is to it, i guess.