All that I know is this morning

It has since come and is almost gone

All I know is my past

how I’m supposed to be this same certain thing

How growing isn’t supposed to change your sweetness

How life isn’t a medium of transformation

How the bad things you’ve done, you wish you hadn’t

How you never seemed to learn how to make peace

within yourself and even as an adult

you are still very much certain that you are still searching

for that arrival…

for that certainty

for that destination of being your true self

and not quite knowing what that is exactly