Nobody signaling ‘over here’
No finger pointing
Even with whom I’m connected to,
There is no connection
I’m a fly
Wanting to join the party
I only crash them
A door to door salesman
No longer charming
Been feeling really disconnected from everyone and everything, lately. An island. I’ve even put down my phone. I start to wonder how alienation will take form on my face. It’s just me and the news; what a weak combination.
So I start from the beginning. I walk. I walk among trees. I walk along the shore. I walk with the river. Mother is a good place to start to connect. I’m still at her breast. I will grow soon.
I want to touch nothing. I have nothing to say. But maybe I’ll start to wave.