detached/attached

   
     
 i imagine myself, at night-on a highrise city rooftop- just sitting on the edge....like....    
     
detachment's double edge does a number on one's head....like..    
     
i care-i really do care to a fault, but while at the same time my brain feels the need to shut off....    
     
detachment....    
     
it conflicts with my ability to entirely feel; i embody that stick figure rolling the rock up the hill-which i feel that(the physical toll) more than anything supposedly "real";    
     
detachment....    
     
 i prefer the indoors in a room with no light-than to step out the door and experience outside ....    
   
   
in the family gene pool, i wish my number would've skipped-i tolerate my existence-while wishing for alternatives....