Sometimes I . . .
. . . feel out of sync with everything. Nothing makes me happy, nothing makes me sad, but life just feels kind of . . . off.
Sometimes I . . .
. . . think my skin doesn't fit right. My spirit bounces around inside me--trying to find a calm spot to rest but it's not there.
Sometimes I . . . .
. . . wish that I was a different person. It's not so much in a "woe-is-me-and-I-suck" way but in a "wow-that-person-is-awesome-and-I-wish-I-could-do-that" way.
Sometimes I . . .
. . . lose words and reason and thought. It's at these times that I wish for the pen of Bronte or the brush of Michelangelo so my true emotion could reveal itself.
Sometimes I . . .
. . . get lost inside myself. Directionless, I unconsciously move from day to night, filling the hours with I don't know what.
Sometimes I . . .
. . . feel trapped in this beautiful life that I find irresistible and ideal. Then I crave . . . something . . .
Sometimes I . . .
. . . am adrift in a never-ending sea of weeks indistinguishable from one another. What do I do in this life of mine?
Sometimes I . . .
. . . suppose all is wrong when I know in my heart all is right.
All is right. Life is good. I am happy.
And yet, sometimes I . . .
. . . feel out of sync with everything. Nothing makes me happy, nothing makes me sad, but life just feels kind of . . . off.
Sometimes I . . .
. . . think my skin doesn't fit right. My spirit bounces around inside me--trying to find a calm spot to rest but it's not there.
Sometimes I . . . .
. . . wish that I was a different person. It's not so much in a "woe-is-me-and-I-suck" way but in a "wow-that-person-is-awesome-and-I-wish-I-could-do-that" way.
Sometimes I . . .
. . . lose words and reason and thought. It's at these times that I wish for the pen of Bronte or the brush of Michelangelo so my true emotion could reveal itself.
Sometimes I . . .
. . . get lost inside myself. Directionless, I unconsciously move from day to night, filling the hours with I don't know what.
Sometimes I . . .
. . . feel trapped in this beautiful life that I find irresistible and ideal. Then I crave . . . something . . .
Sometimes I . . .
. . . am adrift in a never-ending sea of weeks indistinguishable from one another. What do I do in this life of mine?
Sometimes I . . .
. . . suppose all is wrong when I know in my heart all is right.
All is right. Life is good. I am happy.
And yet, sometimes I . . .
And the real question is how do you pull out of this place? I wonder if this was as hard for you to publish as Saturday's picture? This post exposes more than the self portrait, at least through my lens. Hope there's a follow up post with great insight.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photographs alongside insightful words, love this post!
sometimes i wonder if i'm just a confused person, but then i realize i'm just a woman...and it's a confusing thing to be:) which is the peak and pit of the entire grand thing. it's always such a relief to know that it's not just up in my head that way!
ReplyDeleteGave me chills reading this as this is exactly how I have been feeling a lot lately. It is so hard to always come out of it and easy just to slip more into this.
ReplyDeleteI second Em! Great post and you described exactly how I have been feeling lately
ReplyDeleteYea, I think I'm there right now. But I think the key for me is to plan what I want to do in the future. Having something to look forward to helps in the here and now.
ReplyDeleteI guess we all feel it sometimes. I surely do.
ReplyDeleteSo well written and descriptive. Loved it.
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