you ever feel claustrophobic in a big room
you ever feel like your life is happening too soon
you ever feel like you’re standing outside of your body
you ever feel like you’re drowning in the depths of your coffee?
you ever see yourself in places you’ve never been
you ever see your self in faces you’ve never seen
you ever see the light before the sun breaks dawn
you ever see the meaning in misery and choose to live on?
you ever hear God in the voice of a child
you ever hear salvation in the hardships of the trial
you ever hear true silence and confront your own insanity
you ever hear your inner voice and are washed over with clarity?
you ever smell your childhood in the dust of long forgotten toys
you ever smell the chaos of high school in crushed and faded polaroids
you ever smell nostalgia when you come home for the first time in months
you ever smell english breakfast tea and think of cold winter mornings and mum?
you ever taste invincibility in the city lights at three am
you ever taste your own mortality in the monotony of tomorrow’s again
you ever taste complete stillness alone in your room with a cold cup of tea
you ever taste the meaning of this all in the lines of amateur poetry?