Outside the feeling I find myself.
Unfeeling, yet feeling.
Going about my day, feeling and forgetting.
The feelings slipping away from me,
Without a second look,
But not sad.
But not happy.
Outside of the feeling,
I find myself, trapped and excluded.
Feeling incomplete without the feeling,
Being on the outside of the feeling.
The lack of feeling.
Knocking on the door,
Wanting to be let in.
Wanting to understand,
Without memory of the feeling,
Of the past,
Wondering what it was like.
Having familiarity- all too familiar- ripped away from me.
Now I find myself,
For what I have not lost,
For what I have lost,
And for everything I do not know
Outside of the feeling.