12.26.16 None of that is true

It's funny how, when we become, at some age, 
separated out from our selves, we tend to be too up smooshed to others. 

So that

They breathe and it thwacks us.

They choose and we feel forced.

They navigate and we seem pulled.

Yet none of that is true.

We're just standing too close

and have known no other way.