I wander through days like lazy eyes in an empty face.
Sunken sockets staring into tomorrow.
Lack of sleep and lack of comfort.
She's gone now and I can't help but wonder.
I've been floating six inches off the ground.
I've been falling off of balconies.
I've been in episodes of my favorite shows.
I've been surrounded by people I can't recognize.
They know me but I can't make out their faces.
They know my face even though it feels like it's not even there.
Maybe it was never there at all.
I dream because I can't see.
I dream because I can't live.
I write because I can't speak.
I write because I dream.
Lets do this. In the same place. At the same time.
ReplyDeletewait. what? lol. what are we doing?
ReplyDeletewtf is she talking about?
ReplyDeleteFeeling like part of the herd? Like sheep people? Or feeling like a dreamer?
ReplyDeleteI dont know, sounds a little too depressing of a poem to be feeling like a dreamer.
Honestly, this poem just reminds me of depression. In kind of an off the wall/back handed way.