Sighing
I wander why
why I’m in a bubble
distance within
distance around
distance
like anything that can’t sense their essence
that flower who doesn’t feel like the flower she is
unable to sense the true nature within
just felt is a emptiness
wanting to sense herself
but what’s felt is a gap a space
somethings missing
somethings wrong
me and that sense of me
I sense ‘ someone ‘
but it isn’t me