Thursday, November 22, 2012


At times I feel
Something wants to burst out from me
Some strange joy
That doesn't know how to be itself
That is not happy just being born 
That can't or won't be contained.

Sometimes I feel
Something pulling me in, snuffing me
Some deep sorrow 
That doesn't like itself
That doesn't want to be by itself
That won't or can't leave me alone.

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