lonely journeys, always
this is not how one is indifferent.
waiting to hear from someone to tell them you don't need them, is needing them.
you write them away slowly, weaning yourself off them gently, or maybe the answer is cold turkey, been there, done that, too difficult.
the only way to it is through it, so it's commonly said. and so we struggle through marshes and bramble, plough through sand and swim through deadly seas, looking for permission to drown. the world doesn't give you that permission but Moses doesn't turn up to part the waves either, the only survival is apathy, inertia, being frozen as you are. not even frustration or boredom shifting you along.
waiting to hear from someone to tell them you don't need them, is needing them.
you write them away slowly, weaning yourself off them gently, or maybe the answer is cold turkey, been there, done that, too difficult.
the only way to it is through it, so it's commonly said. and so we struggle through marshes and bramble, plough through sand and swim through deadly seas, looking for permission to drown. the world doesn't give you that permission but Moses doesn't turn up to part the waves either, the only survival is apathy, inertia, being frozen as you are. not even frustration or boredom shifting you along.