And in my body I feel no pain
from the emotion that anyone can feel
unless I subscribe myself to that level.
To feel or to love
something I wish to obtain.
But how can I tell?
When I feel what is love?
Or when blindness of my mind
clouds judgment as I am still just a man.
Hungry, eager to feel what the gods called “love,” “lust.”
Where all this mind, this body, wants to feel is wanted.
Desired.
I am still just a humble person.
Shy,
Shallow.
Living in my own world,
not yours,
but you can see me as I pass through this earth,
as we share the same home,
but different worlds.
Will I ever find someone who
is in the same world as me?