In one year, in one life
What has become, what has begun
The journey is so strange
that sometimes I feel my walk is different from the rest
I can't seem to be past their tests
To follow in line
To some expectation
To some timeline
My life is not something I am trying to define
Something that I am trying analyze in every moment
I want to just enjoy my moments
Love and be loved and feel free to express myself in all of my randomness
I feel so confined sometime to this lifestyle
To this society in which I have squished myself into believing was satisfactory for me
But now I know and maybe always have
That I don't want the same, I want simplicity
I can complicate everything if I want to
I can think and analyze every moment, movement and thought
But I am tired, completely exhausted by this and finally feeling like I can let go and just BE...
