• rachaelherren

Chronic dissatisfaction.

What I want is rare,

Without context,

And unmistakable.

It is pastless,

And futureless,

And lonely in the right kind of way.

It feels possible.

But not here,

And certainly not right now,

In present company and care.

I can't inhabit it,

Fully, until

I Don't Know What

Comes to pass.

My god I feel so sad.

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