I´m definitely not certain.
of this life that I´ve chosen.
sometimes I can´t breathe
because the fear of the unknown
present to any human
grabs all the emotions inside of me
and gives a quick, but tight, squeeze
constricting all my abilities
(except those which make me crazy)
and I worry
and what in the world will become of me?!
because I´m not where I should be
and roaming around randomly
obviously struggling with my identity
but then I remember how it used to be
in the land that created me
and I know that´s not how I should be
and I can´t do anything but be
it´s just a matter of choosing how to do it creatively...
then it hits me
and I relish and enjoy your jealousy
guess what? haha! now I can breathe!