I’ve never been good at saying hi because a lot of people don’t notice I’m in the room
That’s not a big deal, and not for the reason someone might assume
I’m always off in my own space and enjoy a bizzare sense of isolation and integration that prevents me from feeling normal
And whatever you call normal is what I call… who fucking cares?
We’re all the same just with a different perspective, or at least what we convince ourselves is that
I write things here
Who the fuck knows that will fly out of my fucked up mind?
If anyone actually understands the person behind these words then you’re fortunate or in the wrong place
I don’t think people actually know what’s going on with me
The words I send out to other people don’t always make sense
They’re not meant to make sense
Reality to me is a blur between waking up and sleep
And I would rather sleep
I’ve learned to sleep when I awake and be awake while I’m asleep
It’s not that my brain never stops working but that it doesn’t know what time of day it is or what else is going on outside of it
My brain is its own beast
It is a monster that I control
Nothing stops me from keeping it in check because nothing prevents it from doing what it wants
It makes words exit onto this digital page, and sometimes the words rhyme
Sometimes the words are written with a purpose, and sometimes they’re only written to sound nice when read aloud
Call it a rhythmic gift or a soft voice in a large crowd but there’s something here for you
I don’t know what’s here for you
I don’t read your mind or live your life
Use these words to find windows into my world, and maybe you’ll understand me a little bit more
This is my type of introduction
Saying “hi” is too vague, and descriptions of myself are only relevant to the people who want to follow the rules
Fuck this introduction
Obeeda Poetry 