Wednesday, February 13, 2019

"I"

I cry when I am happy
I get lost in a crowded room
I drown in a shallow pool
I fall from the ground floor
I sing to muted music
I walk but go nowhere
I struggle even though I am free
I smell when I can't taste
I see darkness in the sun
I feel sadness among-st the laughter
I eat when I'm not hungry
I drink when I cannot swallow
I think when I can't remember
I am awake when I am sleeping
I get confused with sound logic
I am cold even though my hands are warm.....

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