I need to separate from Y-O-U to stay sane. Often it is in the same room although I occasionally have to go out and get some Milk even though I picked up some just a day ago. Yes, my eyes are closed even though my voice hears you call my name. I’m busy writing, reading, or playing a game especially as you try to put me in the pot you’ve stirred me in. My separation is not permanent but just enough that I don’t cross fall into your abyss. We live together although there are lines all around.
FOOTNOTE- Follow your own path even if you continually have to make new lines.