Displaced
The last few weeks has forced me to admit that a lot of me is defined by the things and people around me. Far too much for my liking.
People are moving on, going away or seemingly drifting away without me even noticing, and it's unsettling and horribly enervating. I need to find something more.
I need more rocks to cling on, so I can steady myself against the convulsions that all this upheavel is creating.
People are moving on, going away or seemingly drifting away without me even noticing, and it's unsettling and horribly enervating. I need to find something more.
I need more rocks to cling on, so I can steady myself against the convulsions that all this upheavel is creating.