I am alone; yet enveloped, lovingly, by family, friends, neighbors, community. I am isolated; cut off emotionally. I am lost, drifting; no wind to fill my sails.
I’ve forgotten how to simply be with another, chatting head-to-head, heart-to-heart. I tell myself, “You’re petty, whiny, banal. Who wants that?”
So I melt into the background wounded and maudlin. Yet yearning for a smile, a touch, a word that tells me it’s OK to be petty, whiny, banal.
Then my head tells me, “You’re a fool if you think that’s true.”
I guess I’m just busted.
Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge this week is: Busted ~ My song choice for this piece is “Hang” by Matchbox 20