loop
previously published on livejournal, september 2007
as much as we are surrounded by people, surrounded by loved ones, we are indeed alone.
those hands that clapped for you, rejoicing your birth into this world, somehow you wished the same hands would pushed you back into your mothers' womb, "don't come out, it's a cruel world. stay there!"
you're thrown off balance the day they cut your umbilical cord.
this void is inevitable.