Tejas Jog

at times you are distant even when with the crowd though you are really not, sometimes you do seem proud powerful like the tempest and gentle like the breeze you navigate places and people with such quasi ease you are totally fatalistic and that's how you chose to see your multifarious affiliations, they are just meant to be affinities come and go but some things stay the same how you give and what you get and how you play the game you really crave to belong and to have people around but simultaneously you're certain, you don't want to be bound from being a social butterfly to a being total recluse it's poetically apposite to see why, you are your own muse

a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause you continue to tread the usual path, despondent, but without a pause when? where? how? and why? did all of this have to start who has put you in this quandary? your mind? or is it your heart? you want to wish away this frenzy, things should be steady, even slow but what is the solace that you seek? i think, even you do not know you're unsure about some feelings, thinking that they are contraband and that just makes it so much harder, to feel, to fathom and to understand the reason for your discomfiture is, most likely, not what you think but scatterbrained is what it makes you and you're almost on the brink you dig deeper, looking inside, without judgement, without stigma but to your own self, more than anyone else, you will always be an enigma there's probably no real reason for despair, but naught you can do you wear that usual smile of yours, but your eyes, they betray you