sometimes i feel stagnant,
like a little pond.
sometimes i feel tiny
and very full from life
like a balloon.
red and fiery hot.
yellow and mellow.
blue and numb.
i feel lots of things
all the time.
sometimes they’re
overwhelming.
sometimes underwhelming.
it’s always different
everyday.
i wonder if others out there,
like me wander aimlessly fluid
wonder if other people think about
far off places
new colors
raw nerves
nails raking over a chalkboard.
and find themselves
relating to water.
and the moon.
i hope they are out there
like stars in the sky.
a still yet,
ever moving
night sky.
~ A.N,
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