Connective Cube

A tension arises as I look downward
Feeling less than romantic staring at the azure dot in the fold of the foam
That I can simply let go of someone telling me
that I am, again

Too much of a debby downer.

Well, okay, they didn’t say that explicitly to me, I just read it in the seeming desire to look at anything but me as I gave a two minute, okay maybe five minute monologue about trying to think before I speak so I can maybe seem only partly cloudy to the outside world. Master of my emotions, wizard of my feelings, manipulate thyself to just keep the conversation to puppy memes and taco trucks. That will do it, I will then only show the side of me that everyone thinks is agreeable for all parties.

Well, okay, not exactly like that, I was really talking about the reason why I stay away from plastic bags and ocean pollution, maybe that is why they have the attitude that ‘duh I take my bags to the store, we both already know this, can’t we talk about puppy memes.’

If suffering is the universality of humanity
And misery loves company,
then dissolute ego, and flaunt my flaws to the world with incessant openness —

Except, company evaporates when I take that route.

Like everyone else, I hom, thankful for a moment to be deeply alone, together.