A Party Where the Only Attendees are Mirrors

a word on hyper-independence

My life has always been one of quiet sovereignty,
a party where the only attendees are mirrors.

Rediscovery

To step into myself

is uncharted territory.

To feel safe

is an unread part of the story.

Loneliness comes around

where no one is to be found.

It really doesn’t hurt.

Only when my mind is empty and inert,

am I reminded of the disconcert.

When you already feel a million years old in your soul, it’s hard to want to grow old.

My chance to watch the world in wonder has already walked away from me.

Now, I look with grief stricken eyes.