Sometimes I think life I'm floating,
Or rather I'm just sitting in the air,
Part of me feels like I can't breathe,
The other feels like I'm struggling to feel
Anything.
Do you ever wonder if things are ever gonna be well.
Like maybe things will always be as they are?
Luke warm.
I fear and I worry about what to feel,
Maybe I won't ever feel the right thing.
Will I ever feel anything?
It's odd, knowing and having this struggle
With something as simple and an emotion and all the emotions,
Maybe I've lost touch,or I'm just dead.
Perhaps I'm a ghost and I just don't have the good sense
To acknowledge it.
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Clinomania
PoetryA collection of poems and essays. Thoughts and passages about life and the human things we all do in our lives. All of the indescribable feelings we all possess.
