Solitude

 

Solitude

Calm withdrawal into everything and nothing.

It’s a rest, a recap, a big deep intake,

and a gentle breeze uplifting. Recharge,

alone, yet again a need of comfort the self cannot provide.

What is supposed to be,

Is invalid here. Reaching for a stuffed animal, a phone-something tangible.

          Dwindle down to reality, and then fear rushed over. Just breathe.

          Stifle back the works, bite the wheel-it’s tangible.

Sentimental overload that never turns off. Cannot close the lid, cannot clear out. Breathing harder and suffocating into melt.

There is just no self-esteem without human rubber.

The hot mug burns fingertips-inhaling steam. It’s ease for a moment, until I open my eyes again.

Reminiscing years back,

When I could have craved it, a Virginia Woolf type of formality.   


Details:
Dress-UO
Skirt-F21
Necklace-Gift 
Tights-CVS
Shoes-Alloy
  
(This poem was an exercise, even though it's a downer, I kind of liked the outcome. It still might need work though.) 


*This outfit reminds me of a mullet, party on the top, business on the bottom.