So, how do you feel?

From the collection, Mono no aware by Tylor Traxler

So, how do you feel? 

I feel fine thanks for asking 

Besides this bottle I’m grasping 

And a whirlwind of questions you ask me

I conducted ocular orchestras With the girl that just passed me

Darting round layers of sunsets 

And days of unrest, 

hearts jumping from our chests 

So, how do you feel? I feel like, 

Mornings of humidity 

That lead to afternoons of fluidity 

Wrapped in covers of humility 

Where we loved without question 

From 2011 to infinity 

Please pardon that soliloquy 

I get so wrapped in in thought 

I usually tend to be... 

More timidly pursuant 

In my search for congruence

Not to say your questions are a nuisance 

But I’m only human, in working to sound like I’m fluent 

So, how do you feel? 

Why don’t you ask me again? 

It’s like you’re prying, 

or dying To see this play to the end 

I suppose I’ll just be honest 

I just haven’t been myself since August 

I’ve been more modest in feelings And holding it in for the longest 

I’m not flawless, I know you’re astonished 

I just hate that this rawness stays locked in these sonnets 

That was good right?

I see the appeal of this ordeal 

But let’s be real in our ideals 

Yea, so, how do you feel?