Hey there! this is a freestyle poem i made a few months ago when i wasn't feeling the best mid quareenten, its been sitting in my docs for awhile so i thought id put it into some good use! :D!
it feels like no time,, like as if it's not a time. What does 11 in the afternoon feel like? I'm not sure but it feels off. It feels wrong. everything feels off. i feel like i'm not supposed to be here I'm floating on a rock in space. there could be more out there, people i will never meet. I have a hard time with keeping track of time. it feels like it should be dark out. I want it to be dark out, I'm not tired but I want to go to sleep. I want to lay in bed and think about nothing and everything. I miss people. I want comfort. The night time isn't scary when you find comfort in it. How does my house become painfully loud and now it's so very quiet, I don't like this. Everything is making a sound and I don't like it. I'm trying to focus but things keep going on and on and on. my kitchen feels like a liminal space,, there is no comfort,, only eat and work as time passes. Every day feels like the same cycle. over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again until it's not. Autopilot.
