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every face i pass on the street / every storefront / every bedroom windowpane – they all seem blurred / hazy / as if seen through a feverish haze / i look at them /searching for something / some missing puzzle piece that would make everything make sense /
same it is with books / i devour one after another / page after page / like a starving person searching for sustenance / but never quite satisfied / what is it that i’m searching for? i can’t quite put it into words /
the world seems both familiar & foreign at the same time / every place i go / every person i meet / every sentence i write — it all seems like a strange deja vu / like a song i’ve heard before but can’t quite remember the words to /
it's like being caught in a fever dream / where nothing is quite real / & everything feels just out of reach / i look at the people and places around me / as if they could provide some answer to this strange paradox / but all i find is more questions /
& yet / in some way / it feels familiar / the feverish feeling / the search for something intangible / the feeling of being lost in a world that should be familiar but isn’t / i turn the pages of books / watch the faces of strangers / & listen to the sound of my own voice in the air / searching for something / anything / that would make it all make sense /
maybe / i think / it’s not the things around me that need to make sense / maybe / i need to make sense of myself /
