I’ve never felt more like I belonged, then alone in my own home.
I don’t really think theres someone meant for me, and it doesn’t make me sad.
I think I’m one of those ancient goddesses, whole unto herself.
No counterpart, no outside completer.
Its like showing up to a party where the music is playing on headphones that were already passed out, sometime prior.
That feeling everyone can hear something, you can’t.
Like they are all apart of something, connected in there desire and belief they are incomplete and searching.
But I don’t want to put the headphones on.
I don’t want to hear the song.
When I watch them dance, it just feels wrong
I’ve never felt more like I belonged
then in my own arms
I’m not here to play along
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