You ever felt like an extra in your own life? Like a side character in your own story? It's a hard feeling to explain. Thoughts are emptied. No goals. No ambition. Just there. There's no joy in doing the things you used to love. Your physical heart is beating, but your life feels like it has stopped. Suddenly nothing means anything. You just glide through the day. You feel like a waste of space. Gaining and losing purpose are the largest parts of our lives. You once had places to go and people to see and now your slumped over a cushy pillow wondering what the hell happened? You're a zombie, maybe worse. Even zombies have purpose. You'd like to go out and find yourself, but what are you looking for? The more you try the more that tug to stay inside and die pulls. Die probably isn't the best word, but that's what it feels like. Losing pieces of yourself. Wondering who you are. Feeling unworthy of anything. How ironic to lose yourself just as you were figuring out who you were.
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Unsheathed Heart
PoetrySome wisdom you must learn through the heart rather than the mind. Unsaid thoughts and unspoken feelings. A book of unspoken ideas that I was either too smart to say or too ignorant and weak to utter.
