Confused soul.
A little sad, kind of bored,
still catching sparks in my head.
Twenties feel strange
especially twenty-five,
like I’m walking in shoes
that never really fit right.
Sometimes I wonder
why I think a guy could shift my world,
when most days,
I can’t even shift my mood.
It doesn’t make sense.
Maybe it’s not supposed to.
But who cares,
it’s not even realistic.
The feeling comes in waves:
quiet, weird, a bit silly.
Like I miss someone
I’ve never even met.
I’ve given myself
all the right speeches
be strong,
be your own person.
you don’t need anyone,
just live your life.
But then I think of him.
Whoever he is.
And it all feels soft
and silly again.
Like maybe I’d kiss him,
then laugh,
because it’s all so
embarrassing and human.
I ask the universe, softly,
show me the way.
Maybe I’m not lost,
or totally lost,
just letting
the quiet moments hold me.
