glassy stare

i am unmoored.

this is a lie.

i am many excuses and not much in the way of results.

it was scary to feel like the most grown up in a group of family. but it wasn't really the case, it was that i was disengaged. detached. observing. the role was easy.

i have realized that i share a commonality with my mother.

i am incapable of constant engagement. i must. dis.engage.

must.

and if i can't do it by retreating. i just become a glassy stare.

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