i long to know no one and know nothing -
to hold ever so safely,
the little luxuries of anonymity:
unreachability - untraceability - utterly
seamless & indistinguishable & at one with all .
internally, i have always been a stranger to myself & i clutch this [ known ] close to my chest -
because if i don't have this , then what do i have? what have i lost? & who then, am i?
- endless solitude
everlasting space - seconds & silence -
i want it all -
i think.
( and i can hear you from here, yelling come back - my name - stranger danger
and i'm trying to -
but it's hard to get to know someone, when all you know
is that they will never leave you alone. )