Orbs Apart

No need to be,
No need to do.

I am me, you are you.

My thoughts are not yours,
your thoughts are not mine,

We share this marvelous and yet insignificant ever changing and yet chasing these ideas of random constellations and natural orders of techniques.

Society of orbs apart.

Forever receding and inflating,
forever decreasing with additions.
Addictions, temptations, diversity of extremity and fancy.
Physical, mental, spiritual, soulful, flesh.

You and I roam free, in this never-ending schmaltzy dance of dips and turns.

It's the following through is just beyond me.

No faves please.

I have lost my addiction, 

The driving force to make me unique, 

The value that makes me stand-out that was once an important pillar in my life.

No longer do I need to have things done my way, nor do I believe I have to have something because its what I value most.

No, not really, it's like everything that I had to show to make myself me has disappeared, not that my identity is lost, but I don't need to show it to the world anymore. 

I know what I like, I know what I believe in, I know what I favor most, and it's all for me, and only for me alone.