Sometimes, for no particular reason
I feel a strange sense of melancholy
A perfectly normal day
Can end with me staring out of the window
My sad song playlist on shuffle
The poster child for a 90s music video
For some ballad about a lost love
A tension in my chest
Lump in my throat
Though I donāt often cry
I feel a disconnect
A separation from the real world
As if looking at the world through frosted windows
Everything seems to be an optical illusion
Where I know whatās real
But canāt make sense of it
I donāt know how to describe the emotion
Iām not sure I even understand it myself
But it seems to hover behind me
Just out of my view
Ready to grab at me at any moment.













