I think too much. I feel too many.
"I feel."
"I think."
I don't. I'm at a loss for words.
"I feel" like crossing powerlines and unread letters.
"I think" I've gone too far in the wrong direction and I can't find my way home.
I am an empty parking lot and a cracked egg but mostly I'm the feeling you get when you expect someone to be there, and they're not. When you're excited with something, and no one's there to share it with you. I am broken and sad and small and disjointed and I feel this way all the time but I think it's okay. I think I'll be okay.
"I think."
I don't. I'm at a loss for words.
"I feel" like crossing powerlines and unread letters.
"I think" I've gone too far in the wrong direction and I can't find my way home.
I am an empty parking lot and a cracked egg but mostly I'm the feeling you get when you expect someone to be there, and they're not. When you're excited with something, and no one's there to share it with you. I am broken and sad and small and disjointed and I feel this way all the time but I think it's okay. I think I'll be okay.