Why is it we let ourselves go?
Get lost in another person
Slip tight between the folds of their skin
Lose our own thought in the mass of their opinions
Let go and be assimilated into the Borg society
--Don’t stand out--
--Don’t be different--
--Just don’t be at all--
Why do we do it?
For sex?
For money?
For fame?
Why can’t we just trust ourselves?
Stand strong against the storming winds
Let the blowing sands wear down the perceptions of other eyes which cake themselves to our bones over the years
Let the rain wash away failures filth so that when the storm passes we become the light house on the cliff
The beacon guiding other safely home to self
Rather than the water logged wreckage of ships washed ashore