I really like words
They are beautiful and meaningful
They express my emotions as concrete and relatable
But I don't know what i feel
I don’t feel happy sad angry jealous
I don’t feel nothing
It is definitely something
But the question remains
Is what that something
It is like a rock is crushing my chest but not quite
It is like an idea that is just on the tip of your tongue
The problem with tongue tips is you don’t get your point across
Unless your point is to seem deeper and more mysterious
Than the person you're speaking to
But this feeling isn't something I want to impress others with
It isn't a party trick to take out at boring dinner parties
It is also like loneliness but not really
It’s like losing a race by three seconds to someone who came out of no where but different
It is like feeling for a light switch in a very dark room of pointy object
But without feeling like that at all.
It's like a balloon on the verge of being popped sharing all of it's nothingness with the world
But less depressing 
It's like the sound of stairs that are being walked on but no so definable 

It is

It's 2:36am on what was a
Thursday,
I'll watch Conan's opening monologue,
Then cry myself to sleep,
With tears of lonely ashes

from blistering to blizzarding
for hot to cold
from left to right
from yes to know

such dramatic differences between the two
like dramatic and static
like wilderness and zoo

these changes are apparent
like apparent and non
like fire and ice
but the burns are long gone

one without the other
would be quite a shame
for i would depressed if
I were a horse without a mane