(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.