I am thinking about leaving. I said enough. Too much. I am invisible. Not invincible. I am up up high on the clouds. Down down down in the hole. And I hurt people. I get needy for some and reject others. I reject most. And I don’t talk. I forgot how to sing. But I remember how to cry. I stopped dancing. But I know how to move. Everything in me is tense. And nothing makes sense. Everything matters. Nothing does. But you are there. On every step of the way. I am thinking about leaving myself and fade away in your dreams.