It feels weird,
I try to collect happiness,
In minutes and keep a checklist,
So I do things that bring me joy.
I don’t feel myself,
When that checklist’s empty,
Am I turning more,
Into a human or robot,
When will things be fine,
When would things go back,
Into how they were.

I didn't even know,
That I could laugh this much,
Smile end to end,
Talk like crazy,
Until I talk to them.
They bring ME out,
Whom I love.
Hours seem like minutes,
And I yearn to meet them.
A family of friends,
That I have,
That I love,
Forever.
Thanks.
A lot.

I feel and forget,
And I forget to feel.
I think to let go,
And i let go but overthink.
In the midst of these all,
I forget myself.