Everybody wants something from you. The abstract desires and explicit wishes from those around us stretch us in all directions into a broken quilt. Tearing up at the seams. Those carefully sewn stitches protruding between the patches made to repair what was broken before. It is not their fault. It is the nature of humanity to want more. To put their missing parts onto those who could potentially fill them. To expect to be served and to receive even the unspoken requests. It is also the nature of humanity to do their best to accommodate. Adapting to those around us to the point where our edges are twisted and turned into something different.

Stretched. Transparent.

There is an undeniable uncertainty in which of the pulls were justified and required for the giver’s development, and those that were simply the abuse of those who hold our presence in such high regard. Where does what we want to give stop being voluntary?

I wish I were stronger. That I had more to offer. More to share and more to have taken from me. But I am starting to feel a bit worn.