Human of the year

You can’t see where she ends and where she begins
where she starts is not the same as what the beginning meant
living is not as what it seems
when you’re attached to something by the strings of your heart
and because you haven’t belonged in the longest time
the breeze that tugs at your helium happiness
tells you it’s time you flew away
not of your own volition
but it’s life

it’s only life
that brings us where we go