4.4.10

Nothing excites me like it used to.
What I loved before isn’t what I love now.
What I needed before isn’t what I need now.
It doesn't make sense how nothing is what
it's supposed to mean to me.
I look at how they move, listen to what
they say, and I do not understand.
The music speaks a completely different
language, but they are telling me something
else that isn't what's there. It's all
emtpy. It leaves me unsatisfied.
Others are so into it; they are drinking
as much of it as possible. For them,
their words are solid. I don't get it.
I'm changing, aren't I?

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