Longing

Longing for connection.

Where I could say all of it.
And then it'd be forgotten.
But what a relief!

I wonder how that'd feel.
I long for it.

Lost

If I ever were to lose myself,
THIS is how it'd feel.

Flat.
Like paper is flat.

My hands continue their work,
no longer directed by my soul.

A major shift is taking place,
I recognize this.

But the work I have done is slowly crumbling.
MySELF is no longer leading.

If I were to lose mySELF,
Yes,
this is how it'd feel.

I hope I don't lose.