m e l a n c h o l y

m e l a n c h o l y

nothing. everything. something in between.
the things i'm feeling are just weird.
moving on, yet staying the same.
moving on, yet going back.

feeling all of it again.
the feelings are coming back like an avalanche.
with no warning. it's all back.
all the good. all the bad. all in between.
hits me out of nowhere at the most inconvenient
time. why would this happen? yet again?
when will it be over? will it ever be?

why can't it just leave. just like he did.
why can't it all go away. just like he had went.
why can't it all be behind. just like i left him there.
why can't i start over. just like he began.

do i have to be feeling? are feelings needed for life?
do i have to feel all the bad?
why can't i feel free, just for a while?
why can't i fly away like a bird to the sky?

guess the only thing that's left is to feel.
all the feelings. good. bad. the melancholy.