I see you sitting there, but your face is not known to me. Who are you? Why do you look like that? Why are your eyes just staring off into nothingness? Why are you rocking back and forth so gently? Why are you unable to tell what time it is?
Wait, what time is it?
Where am I?
What is this? Why can't I move?
I see that you who I could not recognize is me. I am trapped in this limbo. I want to reach out and speak, I want to tell them how much it hurts but... Does it hurt?
Do I feel pain? I can't tell anymore. I can't even tell if this is real.
Am I real?
YOU ARE READING
Just Talkin'
RandomI guess this is like a book of one-shots. I just write, I have a poem book where I vent, but sometimes I can't express what I'm thinking in just a poem.
