Sedna, Please Tell Me

Sedna, my dear

I thought of you today, yesterday, and tomorrow

You occupy my whole existence

I pray, to have a less cruel heart

To go past my selfish presumptions

My instability

My shaky psychic plateau

This year will be different

I won’t try to change, I won’t stay the same either

I will exist in a superposition

My goal will be greater

I’m not sure if things will be okay, they are always peculiar

Nature, or nurture, that is the question

Am I a monster?

I know, I know, I always ask myself silly questions

What would you ask me?

I had nightmares but woke up laughing

Does that mean they weren’t nightmares?

Normal stuff, star stuff

Biology and ideology are bitches

I’m a simple man

A grown-up, 26 soon

In 15 days, I will loop around one more time

Around my own pen, words, and stethoscope

I have a metaphorical pen, that writes metaphorical words

A metaphorical stethoscope, that helps me hear my soul murmurs

Right now, I hear a turbulent flow of consciousness out of my being

Of course, I am being a little odd today

Do you like my odd personality? or does it annoy you?

Tell me the truth

I am a grown-up, I can handle reality