Sometimes, when I am walking along,
I have the sensation that I am gliding
not quite on the ground,
not quite in the air....
but moving smoothly across the terrain.
Sometimes, when I am speaking,
I feel like I am watching myself talk.
not quite attached, not quite detached,
but speaking all the same...
Sometimes, when I dream during sleep,
I feel a million miles away,
gazing at a silent film,
a lone person, in an empty theatre.
Sometimes I feel like a stranger
not a part of society, not an alien.
Just a person in a sea of people,
with no past, no present and no future.
Sometimes I don't feel like myself,
I am me, but I am not me...
as if someone else has taken over,
and they have.
Sometimes,
I am them.....
S
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