Lost in myself
I lack connection with the outside,
Lack connection with what's inside.
I can see it all shrinking away.
The more I try to find the connection
The more elusive it seems to get.
There are times when it comes naturally
And I wonder 'how did I do that?'
How do I replicate those natural moments
When they don't come naturally.
What was so different on those days.
Isn't that how it should be?
Sometimes it feels like those days are there to taunt me.
It was almost easier when I never had them.
Almost, I wouldn't wish to be back there again.
I guess that means there's progress.
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 4:27 AM UTC
Lost in myself
I lack connection with the outside,
Lack connection with what's inside.
I can see it all shrinking away.
The more I try to find the connection
The more elusive it seems to get.
There are times when it comes naturally
And I wonder 'how did I do that?'
How do I replicate those natural moments
When they don't come naturally.
What was so different on those days.
Isn't that how it should be?
Sometimes it feels like those days are there to taunt me.
It was almost easier when I never had them.
Almost, I wouldn't wish to be back there again.
I guess that means there's progress.
I don't think I like this one as a poem, but it does express how I feel.
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