ambiguous

i don't use words like

ambiguous

or

tangential

or

aesthetic

or

temporalities

in my day-to-day life.

and yet, i hear these words daily

come out of my professors' mouths.

i've never felt more inferior

unable

or sad.

instead

i wonder whether or not

i belong.

my brain does not work

this way

the way that yours does.

it works in it's own way

like

some self-destructive

movement.

i can't analyze like you do

but

i can analyze.

let me feel

the way i feel

and be

the way i am.

i feel out of place

and yet

i've never felt more at home.