Some Place That Doesn't Exist

When I'm lost

Can't recognize the person in the mirror

When the best and only warmth comes from a steaming coffee

Not the words of another person

They don't know who I am 

When they reach out to me

Their fingertips will pass through

Can't tell if it's them or me

Maybe I'm just a ghost wandering

Hot and Cold

The contrast is sore

It's ambiguous yet opaque

It's a misunderstanding

Not who I want to be

Yet who I must be

Can't breathe

My head is underwater

I'm drowning

I hold my heart in my palms

Crushing it in between

Where logic can't catch me

So I can set it free

Set myself free