I dont know how I feel.
about anything.
ever.
I know I feel things but I just can't critically engage something enough to be profoundly invested in order to have any expectations met or dissiminated.
I sat next to a poet today and she said that she thinks she was born to be a poet...
that she was born "hypersensitive," overtaken by every emotion.
I wonder what she is like in a relationship,
I wonder how many heartbreaks have shattered her
(even when she knew better than anyone that her lover wasn't the one she wanted at all)
I wonder what it took for her to accept her hypersensitivity.
I just sat there though,
and didn't ask any questions--
because,
questions,
are not what I do.
Plus I wouldn't expect her to actually answer,
after all I was asking because, I, too, am "hypersensitive"
(hardly a poet)
and I would want someone to ask me
so I could answer
"difficult,"
"all of them,"
"it takes everything."
but I wouldn't answer any questions--
because,
answers,
are not what I do.
about anything.
ever.
I know I feel things but I just can't critically engage something enough to be profoundly invested in order to have any expectations met or dissiminated.
I sat next to a poet today and she said that she thinks she was born to be a poet...
that she was born "hypersensitive," overtaken by every emotion.
I wonder what she is like in a relationship,
I wonder how many heartbreaks have shattered her
(even when she knew better than anyone that her lover wasn't the one she wanted at all)
I wonder what it took for her to accept her hypersensitivity.
I just sat there though,
and didn't ask any questions--
because,
questions,
are not what I do.
Plus I wouldn't expect her to actually answer,
after all I was asking because, I, too, am "hypersensitive"
(hardly a poet)
and I would want someone to ask me
so I could answer
"difficult,"
"all of them,"
"it takes everything."
but I wouldn't answer any questions--
because,
answers,
are not what I do.