Oct 2018
Standing here with Philip Morris
Looking over the Seine
Wanting to dive forward,
And let the water rush in.
I can’t shake this feeling,
Of internal depth.
I need to jump,
All the way to my death.
I want to be forgotten,
Never to be found.
Go so far into the river,
Where I can’t hear a sound.
Happiness and joy,
are full in the streets.
But inside of me,
I feel incomplete.
In this city,
I’m supposed to feel only love.
How come I can’t find it?
Why am I a lonely dove?
Looking over the Seine
Wanting to dive forward,
And let the water rush in.
I can’t shake this feeling,
Of internal depth.
I need to jump,
All the way to my death.
I want to be forgotten,
Never to be found.
Go so far into the river,
Where I can’t hear a sound.
Happiness and joy,
are full in the streets.
But inside of me,
I feel incomplete.
In this city,
I’m supposed to feel only love.
How come I can’t find it?
Why am I a lonely dove?
My mood is constantly up & down, and can change within hours. I wrote this when I wasn’t feeling so good. P.S. Phillip Morris are French cigarettes, and The Seine River is pronounced “sin”.
(22/F/NYC)
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