i'm 99% sure this can't be considered poetry, whereas it's more of a rant of the spectrum of human emotion that we all experience, that i can't figure out how to properly portray. even though i can't fit my thoughts into couplets or stanzas, it doesn't mean it's not equally as fluid or intense as another person's thoughts; it just means i'm not as eloquent.

i can't be the only one who experiences this overwhelming flood of impending doom in which everything good that could possibly be happening needs to end at some point. everything good cannot last forever, nor can everything bad, so it's almost as if there's no choice but to wait for the temporary happiness/sadness to boil away into each other.

every emotion is just something that's so temporary that the fact that this feeling is just going to meander into a larger pool of emotion that doesn't matter is something so terrifying that it causes me to almost

i don't know what i'm saying