I Feel Like I Don’t Belong Here

Sometimes I feel like I come from another time, a time where the world moved slower, where love was quiet but deep, where every glance meant more than a hundred texts.

I don’t quite belong in this modern world, so open, so fast, so loud.

I long for the days I never lived in this lifetime, where women wore flowing robes, and men carried honor in their silence.

Where feelings weren’t posted,

but expressed in poems left under moonlight. Where a sanctuary wasn’t online,

but a quiet garden filled with ancient music and the scent of nature.

Back then, there was more freedom, less law. Love didn’t play games.

It was strong and certain, a promise not shouted, but kept. 

Women were soft and protected.

Men were steady and reliable.

It wasn’t about control, it was about harmony.

And in the stillness, there was a depth I miss, even if I’ve never seen it with these eyes.

Maybe that’s why I write, to express how I really feel inside without worrying about people telling me that I think too much.