Is it possible to feel both
about the same topic or person,
I think not.
So, which is it?
Do you feel nothing, like the cold
stone washed over continually by
the ebb and flow of the ocean’s tide,
Or is it that burning but unexplainable
feeling like the northern lights
“those queer sights”
that you cannot face, but
in rejection of what is known,
sear your soul despite no flame?
The dichotomy dictates a truth
resting somewhere in the middle.
When you grow up, you’ll find it.
Maybe you’ll find yourself in the same
place.
I’ll be somewhere else, wondering how,
exactly, to stop begging the question.
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