uncollared

So it ends. The collar comes off, ownership turns into freedom and freedom tastes of milk gone bad. My owner is letting me go and out of his sphere of influence i find myself exposed and lost once again. It's a feeling i know very well. It's me through and through. Like the smell on my skin and the lines on the palms of my hands. And like trapped in a hole i have no way to see what's right beside me, who walks the earth at surface level. I just sit - sit and wait - having now lost who should have told me what to do.