Sunflower
That feeling of not being like everyone else.
Ridiculous, but it haunts and it stalks me,
and it makes no sense.
It’s irrational
and very likely very dense.
But that idea, informed by an array of trauma,
that there is a what-if version of yourself,
an alter ego,
somebody that could smile and fit in
in a way which you feel you never can.
Ridiculous,
but it haunts and stalks me,
like a third-person reality
pushed up against the fourth wall.
I assume it was planted with the sunflowers
when I was very small.
James Garratt – Monday 31st March 2025
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Sunflower – Written Monday 31st March 2025 (Aged 50)
