i constantly feel like i am reaching out for myself
and only sometimes do i make it.
i don’t mind missing
life is a hit or miss
and what is the point of life
without struggle?
but sometimes
it’d be awfully nice to just know
just know what’s out there
and what’s inside
and not have to question
wonder
ask
‘what if?’
but i’m not ready for life to be that mundane
i’m willing to feel the
constant push and pull
of identity
vs. abstraction
vs. imagination
vs. reality
vs. you
vs. me
vs. the world
i’m willing to feel and do a lot of things
and i do
