My body disintegrates in front of my own eyes And I slowly flow into the air.
I can see everything from up here, from the bigger image to the tiniest of details The wind carries me through towns, cities, states, countries, parks and houses, oceans and deserts, through the lives of many.
I live vicariously through your life, your problems are my problems, your feelings my feelings. You mold my shapeless existence around yourself.
I am the scary waves fighting against each other, I am the sun that burns your skin, I am the rain that soaks through your clothes and leaves you cold and lonely. I am the sunset that softly paints golden the afternoon, the moon that shines where lovers meet, the worn out, brittle pages that fill your heart with joy and make your mind wonder. Im am everything that exists and ever existed and I am nothing at once. I am an empty shell Resting at the bottom Of the lonely, dark ocean floor I feel nothing, I am no one.
I didn’t pay much attention to the structure of this poem, sorry. Unfortunately, I waste the majority of my time asking myself existential questions that are always detrimental to my mental health, and there are times where I feel like am nothing at all.