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TW for existential crisis, sort of...I'm not really sure how to describe it. If there's anything else I could TW this as please let me know.
Late Night Crisis
A strange feeling.
As I drift from one place to another
A car ride home, a swapping of location,
The previous place I was
The former state of being I resided in
Seems to no longer exist.
I have memories of it
But that person I was, mere minutes, hours ago
No longer feels real.
Does everyone else feel this way, I wonder?
If they could begin to understand,
would they realise they, too, feel the same?
Why does it feel like, when I leave a place,
despite having been there a while,
it never happened?
All I have to go by are memories and experience,
but something about it...
That old me, that past me, from hours or minutes or days ago
no longer is here.
I send well wishes to my future self,
as she realises the person that wrote this poem no longer exists.
wrote this poem this time last night, came to terms with a weird feeling I have where when I reminisce on things I've done earlier in the day, it feels like it doesnt exist anymore, and I feel like I only exist in the present. it's weird.
It's enough to live a live with love until we die Autism, Depression, Anxiety
I can relate to these kind of weird realizations about time and the self. I even look in the mirror and feel like I look different from day to day. Sometimes I spend a lot of time tracing back my thoughts as a way to cling onto my sense of self otherwise I feel disoriented whenever my thoughts shift. Gets me in an existential weirdness.
That is all to say, you captured these inner experiences of the human condition with such grace and beauty.
I am glad that you came to terms with the feeling, and I hope writing this helped!
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive
This was lovely. Thank you so much for sharing this with us. Sending you
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I really enjoyed reading this poem. I related a lot to the thoughts in it too and it's definitely stuff that's dawned on me in the past too and send me into an existential spiral! Thank you so much for sharing!