Days are coming and going. I don’t know where I am. Everything and every person seems to have this magnetic field that pulls me into an orbit.
I can be anything and anyone.
Just tell me what you need.
On second thought, don’t say a word. It can be a simple as you walking into the room, or sending a thought my way. I will feel it, and stop what I’m doing.
I’m good at it.
Struggle comes, when two or three are gathered, and the physics that call, tear me to pieces. I want to please you all.
And in a moment of peace, when I can sit in the quiet, my thoughts drift to the face I had before the world was made.
It’s bliss… for a short while.
It doesn’t take long till I’m torn again… with this or with that. With you or with them.
I only have one request.
If you are here, overtake me.
So that I may find my rest.