Like an Old Friend...

Here's something I wrote a long time ago.

I cannot hold you unless I'm high--
Higher than you.
Ready to hold everything that surrounds me, I
pick up my mind, scattered behind your blistering feet,
while you stand motionless at the start of the path.
I cannot move you yet,
I am sober. I am
lying on the floor like the garbage you mistakenly
thought I was.
I am motherless
Can she feel you?
Not your breath, but I do hear it.
It's dark, and I'm
elevated.
May I climb up this tower you sit on and
listen to your eyes?
I am--the waves pulsate and are not afraid to
touch one another.
You are not afraid to touch me
But I cannot touch you.
I dont not wander into lit alleyways;
for I am elevated,
I am higher than you.

I'm hoping to put up some of the things I wrote while I was hospitalized.

Should be interesting...I don't remember what I even wrote about.

Anyways, lately my brain has been really hung up on the idea of dependency. I've become so dependent on so many things. I feel like I'm stuck in a bad cycle...let me know what you think of dependency.