Please do not mind me if this doesn't mean any sense, because I can't say that it should or it does. So, really, it's probably some other part of me talking and I can't figure out what. Don't mind me!What the hell I am doing, really?
I just wonder to myself, what's going to happen now? Or rather, what is happening now?
With my indecisiveness and doubt in everything around me, everything I can possibly do, I seemed to have thought more than I really should. Maybe the only thing that I don't, is when I reach for the fan switch when I get unbearably warm. But that's about it isn't it.
Yes the compass is still in the box. It hasn't been looked at. Because really, it's just a compass, looking at it will not get me anywhere, if I'm not even sure if I'm looking for the North.
On some occasions, I find myself with days like that, wondering how much am I going to let life mold into the way it is or will become.
But yet, like a stubborn kid, I'm waiting for something.
And I don't know what I'm really waiting for.
Which goes back to my first question,
what the hell am I doing really?Labels: insides
