• Every day, everywhere
    There’s something there, yet there isn’t anything there
    Is it a feeling?
    Is it a sense?
    Is it a memory?
    I think it’s a saying.
    A person is there,
    A voice is there.
    I hear these things; I don’t know what they are saying.
    Should I follow it?
    Or should I ignore it?
    I know I should ignore it.
    I don’t really listen to myself in these situations.
    Am I just that stupid?
    Why do I care so much, why am I so curious?
    I don’t want to be there I remember everything now.
    Oh the memories, the good and bad.
    Yes it’s a feeling.
    Yes it’s a sense.
    Yes it’s a memory.
    Buts its mainly a saying.
    Something that happened all those years ago is reoccurring now.
    A repeating fragment.
    I should get out, but I want to stay.
    I wonder if I can see someone again.
    I wonder if I can get that precious feeling.
    I smile and giggle.
    Then
    I turn around.
    That door.
    I see that door.
    I remember it.
    Just stare, maybe it will go away.
    No.
    It never goes away.
    Why did I come?
    Why did I stay?
    Maybe if I run I can get out now.
    I turn to leave,
    But it’s too late.