unboxing the morning
it’s impossible to own the night
but tomorrow
is another story
standing there in the peripheral
as if to say
you are not yourself
your current state of mind
disbelieving
that the stars in your future
can ever be washed away
that the man in the box
is someone you’ve never known
august two thousand twenty-one
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Man, I feel this. Sometimes, you just wake up and don’t feel like yourself, don’t feel like you’re home. I don’t know if it’s dissociation but it feels more like a disconnection between identity and reality sometimes, like “Who am I?” and “Why am I even here?”
Beautifully penned, I really adored these lines:
“standing there in the peripheral
as if to say
you are not yourself
your current state of mind”
And those final couple lines really wrap it up neatly. It’s poignant in a way, as if you never truly know yourself. You’re a different person, a stranger each day and to wake up in that skin, it’s terrifying in some ways.
thank you for sharing your thoughts & kind words, Lucy; it’s always a pleasure knowing you’ve visited here again