Totality.

I left you. I left because the blinders fell aside and beauty modestly slid into my life.

It came with a price.

With beauty-subtle and refreshing streams of incense-came loneliness.
And fear-fear that in every second I was not keeping you at bay-you would forget who you are.

I wish I could say that the day has come where I am ready to let you fly-to decisively shuffle you out of the nest like a tiny blue jay.

To let you examine the world you forfeited in a lack of confidence and uncertainty-the same fears each of us faces while anticipating an outcome.

I wish I could say that I'm strong-that I have more than imprinted computer keys and smeared journal notes to save me.

Yet, my words, are all I have.

I could pretend, for my sake, that this independent state enlightens me-brings me to life.

I could also pretend, for your sake, that without your nonchalance and lid-outward glances I would forget how to breathe.

The truth is this: Because of you, I listen.

I listen to the beauty that surrounds-to the sorrows and suffering. Because of you I listen to the corner occupants of the cafe; to the fleetingly homeless; to the souls, like you, complaining of avoidable misfortune.

I listen.
And I write.
And I breathe.

And for now...it's enough.

It's Enough.