Lately i've been
feeling strange. I'm not
depressed and i'm not sad. I just feel
cold. I'll have a
dream or an interesting thought and i'll look around, nobody there, at least nobody who understands, who cares. I'll save it in
anticipation of meeting someone who will. But in time I
forget, lose the
desire to remember.... lose the
feeling.
cold
When I can't share them,
the
precious,
curious thoughts,
and I have to
let them go,
a piece of me goes with them.
Now here I sit,
riddled with
holes,
the
cold wind of self realization blows through,
chilling me to the bone,
heavy is my
heart, my
mind.