I already string myself along by a tether,
So I fear if I inch it along further
I will snap the cord,
And oh how terrifying that is;
Not being sure if this one thing will sever
my connection to this place,
Sure, I never liked it all that much,
But it's the feeling of losing formality--that the ball back at me
Keeping everything playing in this court;
Even if, I am just an observing constellation--
A fleck dimly twinkling out the periphery of your eye,
But I always wonder, if I do move my string,
Would I become transcendent?
Will I not belong to this world,
And thrive in my new dwellings?
Will that act of breathing fragrant leaves
Sprout green from my mind, freeing me into splendor;
Cage me in false yellow, blissfully numb;
Or will I float forever in...