Finger nail deep in dirt.
Dig.
Twisting my head too far,
in too many, too soon.
Until I find myself then,
twisting at the waist.
Allowing my knees to crumple.
Clutch them and cower.
Still walking this way.
Further into wet earth.
Connections clicking,
positives and negatives.
Maybe It's because i needed you.
Or,
I need you now.
Who am I,
to act so.
Do i even know you?
Or,
Is it that you need me more?