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attached
and detachment. (people, places,
things.)
not ‘emotionally detached’ by nature, just in a
daydream echoing the dark.
Mind is stretched throughout the day not enough and
too many words to say. I can’t see detachment from reality, dissociation,
amnesia?
The
person, while physically present, moves elsewhere in the mind, and in a sense
is "not entirely present", making them sometimes appear preoccupied
or distracted.
And please you I just can’t seem to do
(these are the thoughts my mind is jumping,
swinging hula–hoops through to impress you).
With logic.
Because I have thought this through.
Because I’m logical and I think as much as you.
But there is an inability to connect with people
lately
describing travel. Met with blank faces, eyes
glazed over, paranoid they think my mind
is dystopia
my ideas do not stack straight the way they wanted
they hate the unknown plans I make but make
that known to me across the table.
When will
it be our turn?
in those eyes, some strange mixture of chill and
warmth.
Then, finally!
Mugs arrive to wait unattended, the froth less
frothy the coffee growing cold.
Am I too
old for this? I wonder, too old for concrete plans abandoned
from where I’m standing it’s fine but maybe again it’s all in my mind.
I am sorry to disappoint
you but happy
to be feeling a little less disconcerted. Boredom
is the better reaction, I hope they will
talk about their lives, and I can ask a million questions divert the
attention from the things I can not seem answer properly.
Let me learn how to detach first.
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this is so, so beautiful!
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