I can't believe the lag I'm
feeling, my eyes are on
the brink of something beautiful.
Perhaps life is meant to be
approached in this manner,
always searching
for something that's
not really even there.
The problem I'm having
has nothing to do with
who I am or who I was,
where I've been
or where I'm going.
Possibly it's a problem
with who I could be
and loving the
thought of that.
In the future I'd like
to remember what
happened and what I saw.
That way I
could look back
and bear in mind how
how animalistic I
truly am.