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I feel nothing like myself right now.
A part of me is glad.
The focus of my mental is elsewhere.
Not on my problems.
Not on the problems of my people.
The burden of being me is slightly less.
I will enjoy this separateness
Even though I don’t know how
I am apart from myself…
I will enjoy the illusion of my complete peace.
I will pretend that no evil can befall me.
I will enjoy the sound of thunder and the threat of rain.
I will revel in the absence of my own anger and pain.
I am not myself right now.
And I think that’s okay…