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Feeling numb

Hollowed out

Tired of not knowing

Who I am

These past couple of days

I have been in a bubble

I have friends to talk to

I go places

I see beauty

Just that I don’t feel

I’m tired of myself

 

**I went back home last weekend.

It wasn’t the same.

All my friends were gone.

It was better to just leave the memories

And move on.

I think I needed that moment,

To realize there’s nothing left there.**

 

Nothing left?

 

**Except my favorite memories.

Everyone who made them with me

Is not going to be there later in life though.

I want a new place.**

 

I need a new environment

New people, new ideas, new trees

New stars, everything

Just want to be at a place to start creating

I can start right now

Or tomorrow

 

It’s all bittersweet

Makes you want to cry a little and smile.

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Written by
daniel-farnam
American
Published
Oct 18, 2010
Lines·Words
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Notes

I turned an actual Instant Message conversation I had with a friend of mine named Eesl, into this. Not sure if it's poetry, but I like it. I didn't add any words, but I rearranged the order of how things were said. 10/18/2010

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