running.

i actually wrote this at around 1 in the morning on my 21st birthday.


another year lived
really lived?
alas, nay.
not for lack of trying.
partly for lack of trying..
it's difficult to try to live fully
when you feel your world shrinking
ending
dying
i'm not who i wanted to be
not who i planned
not what i thought
where am i?
where am i going?
what am i doing?
how do i feel?
odd.
off.
out.
what am i looking for?
three-letter words become four
love.
lust.
life.
what am i running from?

what am i running from?