So here I am, in the library contemplating alternate universes and desires of what I shall become. This is the time in my life were I take the leap to the next step. Problem is, I have no I dear what that step is. I lie. Vague notions of happiness drift through my head, fantasies fill my dreams with stacks of books, an acoustic slung over my shoulder, poem book and pen in hand. I am a writer and thinker, a being happy in self. Alice Walker and Toni great me in not so silent reverie. Joy fills my soul. I am not alone, I am complete.
And I realize I am still finding myself. 23 years old and I feel like more of me should be together.
Still Walking,
Akos