what i want.

Artwork by Raphael Vicenzi

i wonder if i even know what i want anymore.

i have no idea what truth even looks like.

what do i believe?

what can i trust?

if what i thought i wanted could be so easily possessed than why am i still here?

shouldn't it be mine?

shouldn't i be it's?

where can i possibly go from here?

where am i going?

i wish i could've sat still.

i just wanted to be still.

but the tornado came.

it always comes.

it follows me from country to country

state to state.

my sand will never settle amidst the water and the rocks.

this journey will never end.