I look at Us – Us as in a unit of measurement, unused to anything less than surface level attachments.
We who share a meaningless experience every year and call it bonding, as though bonds were only material.
As though DNA, and being raised, are debts to be re-payed, and anything less is nonsensical to communicate.
I need depth – as in more space with which to relate. I can’t create attachment within surface level space.
Understand this – I know why this lack of space exists. I’ve analyzed and think I’ve diagnosed our neurosis.
We’ve existed for years un-acknowledging each other’s existence. We’re well practiced in pretending we have no inner substance.
Unless of course we’re mad – that’s when we feel comfortable right? And free enough to express our discontent with life.
Sensitive as we are, we could easily arrange a fight. Perhaps we need the chance to strike each other with our spite,
But I’m not even angry, I just think that if we’re joined, we should make some space between us or there isn’t any point.
