Writing

(Note: Please know that you may take this any way you would like, this is just how I see things. I wish for there to be more peace and love in this world.

Who are you, you ask? Why, that's an incredibly good question. I don't know. I ask myself that every day, and I still don't know who I am. I don't know who I want to be, or what I want to do when I grow up.

I'm surrounded by sharks

yet I'm on land

I'm chased by mammoths

yet they're extinct

I'm falling through the air

yet my feet are on the floor

I'm choking on the ocean

In my room, laying in bed, staring at the ceiling late at night, and curled up like a fetus

Been listening to music for a few while now, thinking about things I shouldn’t

Gah

not this

this is stupid and dumb and a waste of my time

lets skip this part

its the scary part of a movie that we can just fast forward though

its a dumb fight scene that I fall asleep to

just...

i don't know who i am

nor do i think i ever will

but

i want to be so much.

i want to be a poet,

carefully nurturing

then raising and sharing,

the sustenance of the soul.