sometimes i can be so distant

that sensitive delicate matters

keep pouring through my mind –

in a just knowing

that it can leave me

completely out of wack.

then i have to understand

it becomes a niche group

to pull me up,

despite all the baggage

that comes with it.

it’s a personalization

when feelings seem like major flaws.

things are never as they appear to be,

then i read between the lines

and hope it doesn’t leave me

to exhausted from my thoughts.

it can be difficult to show love

when overthinking it time after time.

would it suffice to say

that it just needs a lot of work,

and just let it hang in imagination

to get through a little loneliness

in some other long term objective.