Monday, February 22, 2021

Sometimes...

 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.....



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