Yes, a second post.  I’m besides myself (or whatever the phrase is).

I usually take a two mile-ish walk at lunch and today I did again.  While I was walking, I thought of a few lines of a poem.  I don’t usually write poetry but it’s fun.  Tell me what you think.  It’s fun how pain makes you reassess inputs in your life.

My Life has been defined
up until this time
between their parameters
in a circle of a small diameter.

I’m seeing things clear
as the point draws near
and then I realize
I am what I feel inside

Outside I am not what I see
but what I feel.
The question is, am I really me
or are you not real?

Categories: Headaches

Artin

I'm a 20-something full time geek, part time student and photographer with a life partner, dog, house, and the two cars. I also have an ice pick in my left temple every day.

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