Day Forty-Two: Undated Random Poem from a Stack of Notebook Paper I Stapled at the Top

 Apparently February 11 is not a day I am inclined to journal or write poetry.  😂

If I 

Could avoid

The world

I probably would

I mostly have

In fact

And I 

Find myself

In moments

Entangled

In situations

I can't avoid

Or didn't

And I don't know

How to handle

Myself

I would have 

Liked

To disappear

Again

(I would have

Loved

To disappear

Again)

But I'm rooted

Down 

Now

And don't have

The freedom

I once had

And at times

I can taste it

And I wander

The city

Looking for

A patch of dirt

To become

A tiny bit

Grounded

And it eludes me

All that

I think

I am looking for

And it's obvious

To others

To everyone

Possibly

But to me

It's beyond

Comprehension

And I just

Want

Out of here

Maybe for a moment

Maybe for all time

I just don't 

Know

Anymore

But I steal

Moments

Of yours

Or perhaps

We just share them

And it makes me

Feel better

About pretty much

Everything

But mostly

Myself.

I can 

Shake it off

Near you

Let it go

Find peace

Because it surrounds you

I don't know how

You do it

But you do

And perhaps

I thought

I needed

More than that

But I don't

Not in

This moment

Anyway.