Dreamer’s Perspective

A Poem by yourseaweed

So many times I forced myself to sleep.
And then I will find myself, crying at midnight.
Feeling the urge to be hugged by people who gave me great comfort
And feeling the urge to pack my stuffs and fly to where I thought I truly belong.
But they are just my feelings, driven by the thought of it-should-have-beens
And fueled by anger of not understanding why everything is happening.
They are just my feelings.
Just my feelings.
Just feeling that needs to be thrown away.