I used to think that the universe will let me breathe if I would stop asking what it wants me to do; that I just need to seek what I want to do. So, I do that because I am done trying. I am actually doing things now. I am no longer waiting; I am not standing still. I am moving. But, why is it not enough? What do you want from me, really? What am I supposed to do?
I'm pretty sure I belong somewhere, I just don't know where exactly but I'm sure as hell it's not here. Have you ever felt so confused? Like you don't know what you want to do and where you should be? Right now, my heart is composed of some sort of kaleidoscope instead of a perfect prism.… Continue reading PERPLEXED