that place…
that place where you..don't…know
whats right or whats wrong
that place where you just are
not quite yourself; yet not estranged
by a strangeness completely
that funk that is what this is

do I feel extra or not quite
is this excess or insufficiency
Do i jump into action abounding
with love or stay put
for fear of the funk that follows
quirky tendencies or supressed emotion?
stirring. twisting. explosion

of thoughts of none
but a barren wasteland that
slowly crawls through the excessive
chatter that fills me to the brim.

is it grim? or a beautiful bounty of
raw, ******, toils of the soul

blessed, or cursed
I Am This Place.