yabs

The winds of chance blew hard one day, but I was too diluted in my own concerns to even take a second to notice what I was missing. Another day lost. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was my own life, until it became someone else’s. yes, I lost my life by the winds of chance. I lost my only concern, my time was now theirs. Everything. I had to learn to feel for these people who took my life and made it theirs. I joined them everyday to ease my pain. Until one day I was sucked into what I believed was and could never be mine. I grew. Through the cracked shell of my old being, I reached out. Ostentatious as it may sound, I am not me. My life is mine, yet it is not. I exist on my own, yet never by  myself. I am a symbiote to their lives as they are to mine. We no longer owned… we shared. This is how it was since the beginning. I was just too blind to see. Too self immersed to care. Now I can see. Now I care. Now I live with a million lives. All mine yet all theirs just the same.