What do you think all day long?
Where is it that you disappear?
Is it some place where you finally belong?
Some day will you take me there?
Do you think that we will have that place?
To belong to each other ?
I wonder if I will be a part of your space
Or perhaps create another.
Some people just always seem to belong. To a place, to each other. To themselves. There is no sense of restlessness about them. They live their lives or exist in them without worry or care. Some people have it sorted.I am not one of those people. I live my life through the eyes of another. There is always this feeling of being watched. Of being judged. Of being evaluated perhaps.Over the past five or six years I have grown up. I feel like a tree. One whose roots got stuck. I do not know if its a bad feeling.
I am surprised today. This hasn't happened in a long time. My ego is finally like the feathers of water birds. The water either slides off.
