Shay Lublin I do not belong in belonging  “Be careful of the possessive” (I never realized how haunting it is) My and mine make me shiver I want to loafe in my own being  Is such freedom obtainable? My greatest friend is isolation, My biggest fear is objectification, Silent strings tugging me, fooling me, singing to me in sweet songs of manipulation So let me float in my own soul— At least for a while longer Clinging, dreaming My naive youth is fleeting after all I will belong to all and nothing  Belong to the dusty homes, crispy air and dinky trinkets The cave crickets, the maple trees The comfort in the uncomfortable and all else I find myself a part of Linger forever, fleeing in an astral projection of myself Owned of my own soul