In catatonic moments, I live beside
Connections that feel like bent cable wires;
Once transmitting something clear,
Now only noise twisting through my thoughts.
I wanted something like gravity,
Binding, inherent, a pull I can’t defy;
Steady and strong, beyond all doubt,
Unwavering, never giving out.
So I carry this wildest hope with me,
Not loud, not certain, but enough to stay;
That somewhere beyond this tangled static,
Someone will choose me… and mean it that way.