(I mainly focused on the word disconnect for this one (and I sorta rushed on this one I wrote it in like 20 minutes, so my apologies for any grammatical errors) Maybe I’m an octopus. Full of love, but all alone. Although, is there really a real definition of being alone? After all doesn’t everyone, see loneliness in a different way? I’m alone, but I have seem to have no problem, keeping myself company. Because that means, there’s never anyone here to disagree, with me. Maybe, I’m an octopus. or maybe, one day I’ll become an octopus. Sinking through the floor, joining the fish. Creating my dance of freedom.