I want to come into every conversation desperate

To see someone

To talk to someone

To be with nature instead of where I am

I want to walk the forest with someone

What walking I can do

I’d walk twice as far for the forest

But I can’t

I have to come into a conversation worrying about the other person

I can’t show my true face until they ask me

And more often than not the conversation ends before my turn to be heard comes

I’m busy doing something come back to me later

Later is so far away

I want to connect with someone

Why in this world of connection am I so isolated?

I’ll worry about myself another day I guess

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