IN LIMBUS

I look up from my place and reach out to touch
I’m alive, awake, and conscious, that I can vouch
At first I am alone, with no one to see for miles around
Then people show up, and soon they surround.

People I love, people I care for, it’s them I see
So I reach out to touch and I do so carefully
And yet what meets my seeking touch is a cold pane of glass
The cold surface which I thought wouldn’t last.

People I care for, they turn to mist
People I reach for, but the glass makes me miss
Once upon a time, I knew I used to belong
But now glass separates and block, this feels so wrong.

I am a part of them and yet apart
So very close to my closed heart
A yearn to feel, a wish to be
A prayer to live, why can’t I be?

A return of past, of how it was
A return to a path I never thought would last
And yet here again, in the same place, different time
In the room I made, yes, the glass house is mine.

Since reaching out has not the effect I expect
Then my own self I shall protect
So I’ll sit in the corner of the glass house of my own make
Situated in the middle of the world, this is my fate.


Sometimes I just feel so... out of touch with the world or something, yknow? Like I said, in limbus. I feel like I belong and yet not. Anyway, I'm sure this'll pass and it's just one of my mood things.

On another note... I can't believe I've got 3 big exams scheduled every single day starting Thursday (thank goodness for the weekend). Internet surfing and my traditional net schedule will have to wait until Friday. I just wanted to post this, since I'm feeling a little out of sorts. Haaaay....