As I surface from depths I never anticipated, I couldn’t help but notice I finally came-to somewhere I was never before.
Your expectations for me are expectations I never placed on myself, and never could I if I ever tried.
A world breaks in filled with nonsense to everyone not me but I can relate to this alien-rationale.
Anxiety mounts to perform in ways that will break me even as I finally breath the freshest of air and taste the most nourishing fruit.
As I justify my existence by the words others speak but don’t themselves practice, I suddenly realize no one knows what is coming out of their mouths.
I lean in further to the foreign land’s ways as I wash ashore now, not to be welcomed in the way I thought but instead further burdened.
The only sense I can make of it all is we are always never listening to others and we are always ever speaking to ourselves.
My only wish I have left is to speak as confidently about myself as others wishfully do for themselves.
The alien-rationale softly grips me tighter: Love your neighbor as yourself. As yourself. As yourself.