I'm thinking about friends,
I'm thinking about family.
I'm thinking about my people,
And I'm thinking about attachment.
Am I detached from my closest people
Was that ever voluntary,
And if it's true,
Is it really that bad?
How do you measure closeness?
Is it by how much they get me, my life?
But how will they understand me,
When they barely know my life
They don't have time
I'm not a priority
I have a duty toward them, and the dynamic is different
Either, or, all
The ones who I can share with, are all not a proper option. And I'm thinking maybe I don't need the constant presence of my people around me like I thought I did. It's good that im detached. I should focus on work, and writing, and consuming art. People can be sprinkled in, if available, otherwise, it's okay. I'll be okay.
My emotions and thoughts are confusing, and this doesn't make sense.
I guess I'm confused about what my closeness to people is,
how it is different from what others feel,
if one of us is right while the other wrong
or maybe I need more than the ones around me can give, or be there
and i should adjust what I expect,
stop being dumb and unrealistic about my expectations,
-nobody cares so much, even if they want, do they have the time to?













