Lately i've been feeling strange. I'm not depressed and i'm not sad. I just feel cold. I'll have a dream or an interesting thought and i'll look around, nobody there, at least nobody who understands, who cares. I'll save it in anticipation of meeting someone who will. But in time I forget, lose the desire to remember.... lose the feeling.


When I can't share them,
the precious, curious thoughts,
and I have to let them go,
a piece of me goes with them.

Now here I sit, riddled with holes,
the cold wind of self realization blows through,
chilling me to the bone,
heavy is my heart, my mind.