The best and worst days
are the ones that are
so perfect that
they make me sad.
The days with a breeze blowing through
my hair; the days with
clear blue skies reflecting on the ocean;
the days with the warm sun
on my face, and
everything is peaceful, making the moment
feel endless and immaculate and yet,
something is still missing.
I can never place my finger on it:
Am I lonely?
Am I happy?
Am I nervous?
Am I excited?
I can never understand the
strange feeling in my heart;
the feeling that makes me
want to run away and never return,
the feeling that makes me
want to stay here
till the end of time.
I can never place my finger on it:
Am I unwanted?
Am I content?
Am I scared?
Am I elated?
What am I on this beautifully somber day…