Today,
I am happy.
Yesterday I was not.
I woke up at the same time,
ate the same thing,
sat in the same seat,
and spoke to the same people.
But yesterday,
it all felt empty.
Pointless.
Despairing.
Two days ago I was smart.
Three days ago I was pretty.
Four days ago I was empty.
I'm in the same body
with the same looks,
the same mind,
and the same life.
And yet some days I hate myself
and some days I'm confident
that I have meaning
in this big world
where I don't.
I wish I could pick and choose
which of these days are my life
and which are nightmares.
But I have to remember
that they are just that.
Just
days.
(Just a little poem I wrote. I don't love it. But I don't love today either so oh well.)
YOU ARE READING
We as Humans
PoetryGolden threads from a dirt human. Poetry and philosophy that I write for me and share for you. (Cover art by Gabriel Levesque/@oskadesign)
