Everyday, I have this moment.
I talk to myself and ask one simple question.
What are you doing?
Every single time I have no reasonable answer.
I’m horribly vexed by this situation.
It becomes like an uncomfortable itch
on my back I can never seem to reach.
My mind wanders to think of an answer.
All that comes to mind is one thing.
You don’t know who you are yet.
- ltlmanandy posted this