There are days, I feel happy, days I feel sad, and days where I feel lonely.
However, today, I feel nothing. It’s a strange feeling, because is it really a feeling? To feel nothing at all.
Perhaps it’s boredom. Perhaps it’s not.
I could be feeling lonely or sad, but I don’t relatively feel filled with sorrow and I’m not dwelling on the depressing thoughts of my world.
And I don’t feel bothered by the fact that I am alone. I am not craving the need for human interaction at this moment.
There is a chance I could be content. But to be content has a layer of peace behind it.
I don’t feel peace. There are many things I am worried about but for today I feel none of those things. Maybe today I don’t have to be anything. Maybe today I don’t have to be dictated by an emotion. No form to follow no thoughts to consume my mind. Maybe my brain can be blank for a while. Maybe I can just exist, and perhaps that can be enough… for today.
My thoughts and feelings of today. A very strange day. I felt like writing something and not be worried and concerned about how it looks or that everything is proper and that everything is lined up. Just letting my poem be and not be concerned with being anything else than what it is.