I socialised
With people
Actual people
Not text on a screen
Real
I could read their reactions to my subjects and change the topic depending
And I’m not the best at reading reactions
I’m not
But I could try
I couldn’t figure out when to talk
That’s something that has become much worse in my isolation
I interrupt people accidentally
Infer the end of their sentence for them
It’s not on purpose
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I have to do my best to try to solve these problems
But I don’t have any practice
And then I was on the side of the street and back to once
Silly heart
Yeah we’ve fucked up
Maybe I’ve come to hate them
Overflowing with love
It’s only when I’ve been starved for attention that I lash out
In the wrong direction
There’s a squirrel above my head
And the people in this neighborhood say hello when they walk by
Am I not invisible?
Curious
Ooooh another horse
And there’s dogs everywhere
I like this place
Horses are gorgeous beasts
Loafs with necks on stilts
The ocean is right there but I can’t visit them
I think I still know how to talk
Right?
The downside of this is, of course, the withdrawal
Socialisation is a drug
And now I have to go through the process of disappearing again
The long, difficult process
The next time my brain needs someone to talk to I have to tell it there’s no one again
Another horse
I love the sound of their feet
They wanted to come visit me
Oh another!
Oh Poseidon you spoil me so
I feel well loved here
With your scent carried by the winds
There is a place here
Is this where I’m headed next?
So few of my sudden divergences into uncharted territory have no meaning
Another place I know and don’t know
I wouldn’t mind knowing it better
I almost fear going home
When I walk in
I’ll be alone again
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