Sam Smith- Stay With Me
I am uncomfortable. I am uncomfortable in my skin, my bones. I am uncomfortable in my hardware, my software, my compatibility. I am uncomfortable in my body, in my flesh, in this city. I don’t fit. My blood spills out, my bones crook at too-odd angles, nothing fits in this skin. I work too hard, and I miss too much. I miss fitting in and feeling just right. I miss being home, and feeling home. I thought this would be easier, but I can’t shake the feeling that I’m living for someone else. Is this what I want? Do I know what I want? What am I doing? I don’t know. But it’s making me uncomfortable.