I See Myself

I see myself

in her

and him

his twisted thoughts

her wanted whims

I see myself

in craving

and criticizing

his judgemental smile

her grin of beguile

I see myself

when I don’t want to

recognize this strife

I feign to forget

these hearts

created mine

maybe in another life

I’ll grant myself the grace

to see myself

as a story not so foreign

one that’s truly mine

I can feel my heart beat

in my chest.

As though

despite the blood flow,

my mind detects

unrest.

We’re always moving

spinning on an axis

time fading into tiny facets

it all passes too quickly

to fathom.

I can’t keep up.

Just because I take what comes doesn’t mean I do not wonder what drives us forward.

To grieve what I still have

but need yet to let go of,

is one of the most torturous endeavors

I have ever created for myself.

“Solitude is dangerous. It’s very addictive. It becomes a habit after you realize how peaceful and calm it is. It’s like you don’t want to deal with people anymore because they drain your energy.”

— Jim Carrey

There is the world, reality, and me.

I only wish to not drown in this intrepid battle of gaining perspective.