Im at a stage in my life
that seems to cycle
throughout the years
A rollercoaster of
daffodils and rain clouds
Those moments of disabelief
Not feeling quite human
not feeling quite strange
In the middle of knowing
and not knowing yourself
The endless hunt for understanding
why you're here
at 2am on a sunday night
and those nights seem to pour on
like a spring day
Those moments when
the sun shines on your face
and you're not sure whether to smile
or wish the sun would burn you
to pieces
You're not sure why you feel
this way
You just feel
because you have to
This feeling drowns me, feeling like heavy paint