nothing feels
I'm not well 2day. I'm down or out of it or disconnected...
Nothing feels right. Nothing feels wrong. Nothing feels.
Maybe wrong is what it feels... I don't even know.
I don't want 2 be anywhere. Not here not there. Not now not later.
The sun is ugly and it burns me in2 some place I don't like... Can't recall... Remember but have no idea.
I'm so stuck in the present moment that it feels like the only moment that will ever be. Each word and each space btwn each word is just another part of now. A pit of nothing. Hollowness.
The world looks familiar yet I'm convinced I've never been here. I feel like fleshy plastic which the sun makes pliable and useless able 2 stand against nothing.
No wind.
Leaves still.
Shade hides from me.
This never ending moment is an ocean from which I cannot swim out.
I don't even reach for rafts for there r none. They r all mirages.
Together we r all illusions. Memories.
We r ghosts in someone elses dreams.
We don't exist on our own.
Not in this moment.
Nothing feels right. Nothing feels wrong. Nothing feels.
Maybe wrong is what it feels... I don't even know.
I don't want 2 be anywhere. Not here not there. Not now not later.
The sun is ugly and it burns me in2 some place I don't like... Can't recall... Remember but have no idea.
I'm so stuck in the present moment that it feels like the only moment that will ever be. Each word and each space btwn each word is just another part of now. A pit of nothing. Hollowness.
The world looks familiar yet I'm convinced I've never been here. I feel like fleshy plastic which the sun makes pliable and useless able 2 stand against nothing.
No wind.
Leaves still.
Shade hides from me.
This never ending moment is an ocean from which I cannot swim out.
I don't even reach for rafts for there r none. They r all mirages.
Together we r all illusions. Memories.
We r ghosts in someone elses dreams.
We don't exist on our own.
Not in this moment.