Scared of attachment

Scared of Attachments

There was once a man the age of twenty two. He sat on bench in a local park on a beautiful sunny day. July 4th it happened to be. He watched as families of verity shimmered past in festive spirits. He sat and watched the day pass he began to wonder, just what was that feeling? Was it lasting? Was it something he already knew? or was it something he already lost?

 The man sat on a bench in a local park on July 4th. There he still sits encased in bronze for he is a statue frozen in fear of his own attachments.