An Apple No One Would Eat – Day 195, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Loneliness.
I’m attached to it the same way an apple is attached to the branch of a tree.
Deeply rooted in soil as dead as the inner-child left dangling inside of me.
Yet,
Still.
I’m watered by an entity I can’t see.
All I see is darkness while wobbling to its breath every time It breathes.
In,
And,
Out,
Until I fall off and roll far enough to detach myself from history,
I wish I wasn’t apart of…

But,
What choice do I have regarding a book writing itself by every step we take?
A book we don’t read as often as we should.
Or…
Maybe,
I do every time I look back at a past I try my best to paint over…
Because,
I can’t read into a future no one can abscond from.
A future holding everybody hostage until we’re freed by the acceptance of its inevitability.
All I can do is watch for debris,
On a trail I walk alone,
Willingly…

Who am I kidding?
Being around others is as awkward as living.
The same way I’ve been ripped from the arms of who created my existence,
I feel more joy when staying distant from the thought of existing…

I’m neither alive,
Dead,
Awake,
Nor asleep.
I’m a wanderer with eyes as red as the sea,
My wounds drip into,
As I attempt to save anyone from swimming in an ocean I’ve seen,
Everybody I’ve known drown in…