Processing Visions

There is no place id rather be then here 

I guess this is my safe place 
How fitting that I should be alone
Maybe that’s how I feel the safest
Unable to hurt someone
Unable to be hurt by someone
We were two streams of water
Running to the same ocean
We were flying kites 
And there was no wind
But the electric current of connection 
Speaks volumes
To ignore it is detrimental 
When it dies 
I feel suicidal
After dinner after the ocean
I am always alone again
In the dance, around the children
I am always alone again
It’s unfair they all want to leave
It’s unfair they can’t connect with me
But I am the product of an ever changing destiny 
Alone and deeply effected
Lonesome feelings find shelter with me. 

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