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.