out of place
doesn't even begin
to describe
how i feel in
the world
i am a fast paced
pop song
in the background
of a slow
painful murder taking place
i am a single krill
being circled by
thousands of whales
i am an unpolited rocket
in a dense asteroid belt
a place doesn't even
begin to comprehend it
more like out of city
or country
or world
or galaxy even
i can't count how
many different things
i get anxious about
in a day
maybe the place
is in my brain
polluted with
floating probabilities
and endless things
without meaning
maybe this is a void
and maybe
just maybe
i don't belong here.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
flecks of charisma
Poesia(old bad poetry don't read pls ahhh) flecks of charisma is a quintessential guide to not knowing how you're feeling, not knowing how to deal with it, but knowing how to adjust your life around it. some days are tough and some days can elongate into...
