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sometimes i feel. so myself, that i don’t even know who i am. i am so content, with things going this way or that that i don’t recognize this comfortability. all i know is that i’m not uncomfortable with the facts, or the options. it’s just a period with a bit of confuesness. what else to do but wait. it’s almost like a numbing sensation. but it’s not- and it’s not that i feel, because i do, but i don’t. and that is mostly what is going on.
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Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 2:34 AM UTC
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sometimes i feel. so myself, that i don’t even know who i am. i am so content, with things going this way or that that i don’t recognize this comfortability. all i know is that i’m not uncomfortable with the facts, or the options. it’s just a period with a bit of confuesness. what else to do but wait. it’s almost like a numbing sensation. but it’s not- and it’s not that i feel, because i do, but i don’t. and that is mostly what is going on.
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Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 2:34 AM UTC
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