Some feelings have no names.
They move your thoughts,
they make you look for,
but you don’t really understand them.
It’s not sadness, far from happiness,
it’s that something that makes you say:
“I long to find my way.”.
Some Thing About Thinking
something about myself
Thank you. Yes. I can totally identify with this.
I think it’s that something asking for freedom,freedom from lots of things I can’t even number them.. We live a life in captivity and there’s a memory inside of every cell raising against all of it. Hugs