i lost the need to be loved
the minute the umbilical was severed.
naught else but my way back remained a goal,
paths, trees, sun, oceans – lovers,
who know how to rebirth me and pass me on.
i’ve since been loved a thousand times,
and separated a thousand more.
W.E.
all this preparation is for something,
i know it.
-W.E.
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