Often, sometimes I think too often, I have reached out to the willing, the reluctant, the reclusive, the inconsiderate and tried to weave in my place in their lives. By keeping the communication channels always open, I was closing myself in. Somewhere it became my crutch, my lean-to. It became impossibly important to know I belonged, had an active part to play in everyone’s life.
I was wrong.
I did not need communication with others to be connected.
All I need is one line. One connection. With myself.
The insane shackles I welded on to my own feet are broken.
I am free.