A kiss on the forehead, and unwanted attention.
The result of the disposal of attention desired.
More freedom, more choice, more reason and logic.
More time to be myself and to make the most of everything.
But now freedom feels vast, hollow and limitless,
and the opportunities for choices come by less often.
Reason and logic still stand dominant, but this persistent emptiness follows, and here it remains.
Once again, I feel small.
Insignificant, and here for the taking.
No stands for nothing and I am not heard.
Once again, I feel worthless.
But who am I to complain of this, I sold my valuables away for this..
Who am I to complain?
