I am not even

A reflection of myself. In your presence, I am indistinguishable. For better or for worse or whatever.

I tried to get away from here but I had to ask you to drive. Ironic? A little. Unfortunate? More so.

I am lost inside of my intentions. More, my intentions are lost inside of me. They are lost on you. The opportunities for clarification are lost or not presented at all. Watch them all wash away.

But this? This is outside of you. Let it go. It is not a part of you. It is not you. And if you do not let it go, you are letting me go. This is the letting go.