Let me rest.
I need to be alone.
Take a moment to reintroduce me to mySelf;
"Hello, Beautiful. Hello, Perfect. Hello, Alive. This is me. I'm you."

I've got some shit to learn.

Blessing connection, not comparing myself to it, romancing how short I fall each time, what a poor mistreated fatally lonely soul... I do so love my lonely, but no one goes to that party anymore.

There's too many people there.

How completely me it feels to be in a space, so difficult to find myself in alone recently, with my favorite music coming from the home speaker: Portishead, Nine Inch Nails, Dinah Washington - possibly the most crisp home speakers I've danced to alone for -

How long has it been, Beautiful? (please take care of me)
How long until again, Perfect? (say this time you'll stay)

Hello, Alive. I notice you're dancing alone. I don't have any answers. I can't promise anything. I don't know how to be healthy or in love. And now that there's absolutely nothing you could possibly need from me, now that there is nothing challenging your fierce independence, I have just one question:

if I'm you, then aren't we Alive and dancing right now?

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