sometimes i feel happy
and i disect it
poke it
prod it
until it disappears
because it's been so long since i've really
really
been happy that i can't trust the feeling

sometimes i feel tragic
and i laugh
because neither tragedy
nor comedy
make their home here
though irony loves to spend the night

sometimes i feel like an author
but then i look at my writing
and the feeling goes away

sometimes i don't know what i feel
and i like that best of all
because then i don't have to disect it
or laugh it off
or doubt it
because it's not trying to be anything
it just is

sometimes i feel like typing
without ever hitting the shift key
and my pinky itches because i'm not
typing
proper
and won't people think i'm so stupid
if i can't even figure out how to work the shift key?
but they think that anyways
so i do it

sometimes i wonder what i would be like if i was someone else.
...
i think that might be nice
and i think i would miss me
but when i think about it
i wouldn't even know this me had existed

sometimes i type things like this
and then i delete it
because i know no one wants to read it
but hey
whatever
once can't hurt