What is it?
Well there is no food on my table
I reach my climax with your back turned
High fives are waves goodbye because you leave me
Can you feel the ambiance of termination
I am departing
You have no job
You DO NO WORK!
Allow this to serve as my notification to you … I quit
And have found employment elsewhere.
Sometimes I say I miss and get caught on the pause…
I can’t even exhale. I wonder if it is fear that has the grip on my exhalation. I may just feel like I am missing out on my own life. I feel like I have moments recalling something that has never happened to me before and I want to feel it again for the first time; Because I miss it. Maybe it is in my mind. Is it possible to be trapped in your own mind? . I have desires and I long for what I could have done, can be, and am able of doing…but that just causes the guilt to start.
Am I envious of my aptitude? Am I lamenting my potential? Is this dreaming? If so, why does this hurt?