Running out...

Today I feel I belong somewhere,
just then, I realize, I do not.

Today I feel I am finally attached to some place,
just when I am not.

Maybe it is necessary to detach to understand the attachment,
just like how sometimes it is necessary to retreat when it is an enhancement.

Maybe life is not meant be simplified,
but to be absorbed as a complicated amalgam,
Just like how some choose to be excited,
But some just choose to see life as boredom.

Funny, how I am running out of words,
But not thoughts,
Funny how you run out of fights,
But not of swords.