where’s the line drawn between independence and loneliness?

I can be on my own

I can make it by myself

but is it desirable? Desirable to me?

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I am passionate, I have passion

for ideas, my dreams, the world

but not for another, not for some time

and I ask why?

I find interest but won’t be swayed

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while others travel by their head

my heart guides my eyes and feet

the line drawn is a thin and fragile one

so fragile, it may deteriorate

the two fields mesh into a whole

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in a hole, I find myself

sinking into quick sand of confusion

emotions, thoughts and heart beats

they have so much meaning

that they’re too wide to see, they loses their meaning

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it is heart break or numbness?

my eyes see things as they do

an object next to another

my eyes see things as they do

a memory exciting uncontrollable emotion

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the line drawn curves and twists

and makes no sense

emotion grows and fades

passion embarks and is lost

where is the line drawn?