feeling depth understood only from learning i escape into the void that is mind perhaps memory despairingly hope seeing the hanging to wit i cling i let go understanding that alone i am me simple not inhabited completely by needs influenced. selfish perhaps desiring wholeheartedly to find ease safe in the emptiness of being, i sit. still holding to love, lust, longing and hope weakness abides is it trust in my beliefs or human touch that i lack? i don't want to speak, i have delved deep without knowing why following the past read only feeling that it is right for now as i can only project who i am at face value as i am not strong enough to be completely free yet to be me as i wish, without vice aloft of desire and need i must pine my love has changed.