I mean, to feel detached from someone familiar... from something you've come to memorize...
to be in the complete knowing, and then be lost at sea
The thing is, we sort of get a bit comfortable with the notion that life will remain as is;
our loved ones leaving us at some point just doesn't seem real
growing wrinkles? no one has time for that.
shifts in wind shake us, and time? it's always there
The truth is, when we're detached - we're vulnerable
it's almost as if we're naked in a large crowd of gray people -
except those people aren't really people,
they're past reflections of what once was, and they mock us, poke at us, and haunt us
Yet no matter how terrifying it is to be stuck in this chasm of old memories:
we remain stagnant, confused, and hypnotized
We dismiss change; we don't want to be detached
yet somehow, we allow it and watch our life diverge from the life we've ever known.
