Note

To be of the world

And not in the world

I told myself that it will change

No more wishing to be a flatline

Life is a cut off string that you have to stitch back together

You make a knot knowing there will come many other knots

You also make a note of the times when things seemed so calm

It was usually when I was of the world

Like a plant without any water but still in good shape

Just looking over the same space

I want to be in the world

If only it would let me