Life in Poetry Series

Sometimes to live in this state is pure joy. It does not make

sense, so I will not even try to explain. There are times where

going to that “sad” place just makes me feel at peace. Listening

to my favorite break-up song, or reading a book about one’s

struggles, or even just placing my hood over my head to hide

myself as I walk. Maybe I’ve become comfortable in those feelings or

perhaps it is just a defense mechanism. Who knows, but it become apart

of who I am now. Perhaps, that is why I feel so intensely, love so effortlessly,

and experience so patiently