we're so independent, so self-existent, so i'm-on-my-own-ish.
we keep sweating our guts out to prove it.
to make sure we can do it all, without anybody on our side.
with a high head, with no straggling we stick to business,
we keep our eye on the big picture, we look to the future, we look forward.
not backwards, not away.
but at some point we stop. to take a breath for instance.
and we look from side to side.
and we see how far we've gone, how many steps towards the main goal we've taken.
but we do not look satisfied, nuh-uh.
we keep looking in an awkward manner from side to sie with a confusion in our eyes,
we're utterly and completely dismayed.
and all our appearance is crying out: love me, miss me, rescue me from this path.
it's not even about the path, we don't think about it at the moment.
it's about screaming:
love me love me love me miss me miss me love me love me love me love me love me miss me love me love me need me love me love me love me.
and it's not that you're asking for it, no.
you're independent, etc.
it's out-of-control, it's nonverbal, beyond description and awareness.
it's deeper than underconsciousness.
it's our body, your everything. without our intention.
it's what we all need beyond all the routine and all these estimable ambitions.
desperate 'love me love me love me love me'.
that's what we raven for. beyond all.
and all our independence somewhat is just a stupid way to prove that we're worth it.
to keep repeating 'love me love me' afterwards.
i'm strong.
but there's one thought buzzing in my head:
when will you start missing me finally?!
when when when the hell will you miss me ferociously?
i do.