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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