Lost in my mind. You are already home; do you feel loved?

Oh my brother, your wisdom is older than me

Oh my brother, don't you worry about me

Don't you worry, don't worry about me

I lost my phone Saturday. I guess it was a half-blessing. A break from the grind. None of this constant anxiety, no checking to see if I am still remembered in the thoughts of those far away from me. So upon confirmation of the loss, there was an absence of fear. I recognize my generation's addiction to constant connection, a type of comfort. So a clandestine part of me rejoiced in the freedom in being severed from the interwebs.

I liked it.

I'm missing something. I'm sad. I shouldn't be.

There is a weakness in me that I can't afford to have.