I had this feeling suddenly. I get this feeling a lot, but I donât know if thereâs one word for it. Itâs not nervous or sad or even lonely. Itâs all of that, and then a bit more. The feeling is I donât belong here. I donât know how I got here, and I donât know how long I can stay before everyone else realizes that I am an impostor. I am a fraud. Iâve gotten this feeling nearly everywhere I have ever been in my life. Thereâs nothing you can do about it except drink some water and hope that it subsides. Or you can leave.
Iâm lonely. What kind of loneliness? Every kind. I feel disconnected. Abandoned. As always. Repetition. So what, my love? So what? At first, I just wanted to run away. Now I have no where else to run to, nothing to run from. I donât belong anywhere, I donât want to go anywhere, I just want to be happy.
(1) Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001 (2) Leila Sales, This Song Will Save Your Life (3) Daniela FischerovĂĄ, Fingers Pointing Somewhere Else (4) WisĆawa Szymborska, tr. by Clare Cavanagh and StanisĆaw BaraĆczak, from âThe Railroad Stationâ, Map: Collected and Last Poems (5) Daul Kim (6) Sarah Kay, from âThe Paradoxâ, No Matter the Wreckage
2087
blakekathryn
turnnoffyourmind
janainaart
jbbartram-illu
dededos
origamiaround
