APDB pt. 18
Location
It is now that I understand
that I have underestimated the angst
towards complacency.
Complacency is being finished.
Uninterested.
The lack of fear.
The lack of, "Please Stay."
The lack of, "I'm scared of losing you."
It is something I yearned for
but now cower away from.
It is not
satisfaction.
Enlightenment.
To be complacent is to kiss me on the
forehead and bid me
goodbye.
I do not find solitude in forehead kisses.
My solitude resides in fast
beating hearts,
dilated pupils,
sweaty palms.
Complacent is,
"I have not the energy to fight for you."