Its 3:23AM ,June 1,2020 on a Monday I lay in bed with the deepest thoughts. I oddly feel sad but cozy and safe next to my little sister that snores lightly. I listen to "Ondi vil x neoplasma- let me know (ft.dhan)" on soundcloud. And as the song blasts into my ears I keep thinking about the future. My fifteenth birthday that's on December 1st ,though it's no where near I think. I'm such a boring person and everyone knows it ,I want to be alone for my birthday I want to be alone with music. I want to feel this familiar feeling of sadness that makes me feel safe and warm ,I feel comfort. I want comfort I need comfort ,and this feeling gives it to me. It makes me want to role up in a ball and shove my head into my knees and sob. I want to cry I want to feel the sorrow of the beat that makes my ears ring and my head ache. Nothing ,no one can make me feel like this ,except my deep dark random thoughts that moves with the melody of the music in my heart and soul. I role over on my back and stare at the ceiling ,I'm looking for something, I'm waiting for it. But ............ But I'm to distracted to even wonder what it is I'm watching out for. I feel the need to snap out of it ,that's my common sense and I do ,I'm still alive ,I'm breathing ,I'm okay......... I'm okay?
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Note To Self
PoetryThis is all about my feelings and thoughts about specific topics in my life or in the world. Some may say this is a form of poetry, call it as you wish but make sure you listen well. Because you might miss something as important as the letters that...
