A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery. |
Subtitle: I know why you’re alone, Brenna Untested Conversation It’s familiarity familial people they see daily talk to but not me who sits in the corner as would a lonely puppy trying not give that impression avoiding pity inside the distance can be - engaging enlightening frightening sees what conversation you prefer rather not intervene send to a rocky ledge but would embrace you against my field of abyss - hold against this untested world - kept from your known safety from my discourse sees eyes avert empathizes with that discomfort fragile soul fleet animal must forest within denizen’s kin spares the approach from a cur at your tables spared from an observer who knows fear and loneliness and true survival as one against the void in a din incipient space fissured wide open closed by a constant, linear soul 12.2.22 It’s not poetry you fear, but what weight words. R-E-L-A-X But, in other words: I get it. I can be too much. A growing affliction with some unknown/undiagnosed social condition:disorder since I was 7, walking down a road in my pajamas because I thought my mom abandoned me in another state. …now Brenna. A work friend of my wife (statement in 'work friend') who is 32, attractive, opines about not getting married, but will have a baby with or without a husband (and the three bedroom home), operates safely in her domain, her confines. I see, like me, she won't get out of her comfort zone because the unknown isn't easy to approach, as with that sound in the night behind the door in that horror movie called life. Brenna, poor, poor, girl. *sigh* I am safety? I have to wonder. Now…this pompous announcement…
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