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Attachment Issues
A Poem
sometimes i feel disconnected
from the whims and ways of the world,
and it can get so bad that i feel as if
i’m not even really here
in these scattered moments,
i wonder what is real and what is not,
as if the knowing would somehow save me
when really it would just bring up more questions
red pill, blue pill —
wish it were that simple,
and i keep telling myself stories
just to edge off the fear of the unknown
the noise of life’s happenings
bring me back down to reality in doses
and distract me from the greater evils
all sourced from my own cluttered brain
and i wonder if you feel it too
when you’re all by your lonesome,
the thoughts collecting like dust bunnies
and tempting you with every hope of getting away
maybe i’m just not meant for this world
where everyone tries to color in black and white
when the universe is a rainbow and so much more,
likely too much for our little human minds to…
