Cold as ice is how I had to become. Left with nothing to keep me from detaching. I parted ways once and for all. My heart strings tugging and nudging at my core. I became heartless. It was my only option. The one thing I had not tried. It had to be tried if not for simply my own sanity. It’s different than being cold-blooded. I still care. Care about others. Care about myself. I give a shit. I do. In this circumstance it’s just simple pure detachment. Not giving a flying fuck. It’s how we have to be and become sometimes. Giving a crap can keep us stuck in some dark dungy space for a lifetime. We wake up decades later to see the devastation and destruction of our entrapment. It’s a space I move from now. It’s a stuck-ness I detach from now. I go to the light alone, broken hearted, my dearly departed not in the physical, but mental realms of my being. I set myself free once and for all. I fly on the wings of enraptured free flow. I lift myself higher with the lightness of my being. I carry myself up and over the mountain. I sail through the sky and soar ever so high. I fly. Free fall. And then again I fly.
