A 2:30 am depression.
An excerpt from "Keeping Things Whole" by Mark Strand
In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.
When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body's been.
This pretty much is the perfect description of how I've been feeling lately. A human-shaped space occupier, not having any sort of impact or meaning other than when I'm in the way. When I'm gone things go back to normal as if nothing happened.
My purpose is to be forgotten.
In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.
When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body's been.
This pretty much is the perfect description of how I've been feeling lately. A human-shaped space occupier, not having any sort of impact or meaning other than when I'm in the way. When I'm gone things go back to normal as if nothing happened.
My purpose is to be forgotten.