Where Is The Bliss, by Austin Hoehn
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How come I feel the way I do?
Why do I not know what I feel?
I feel just crummy and I do not know why.
I sometimes feel like I have every feeling at once, so
do I really feel like anything, since it’s everything!
I want to hug and kiss, I want to kick and scream.
I want to weep a stream, but cannot succumb to it all.
My feelings change so fast that all the term oil does not
even hit the surface,
internal confusion.
Tired.
Edgy.
Irritated.
Annoyed.
Wanting some inner bliss.
No where to be found.
Maybe it is behind my eye lids hidden in the dark.
Tomorrow is another day- goodnight. |
Posted: 2007-08-16 17:06:37 UTC |
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2007-08-15 18:00:58 | beautyisinside |
I used to feel like that. If you keep believing things will get better it eventually will. |