sometimes i wonder why i do it, why i want, why i strive and why when i do, why i do it again. sometimes i feel so out of sync with the universe, so detached and so indepentant.
sometimes i know the answer but i dont want to accept it, and what i will i always recieve.
sometimes im scared to persue my instincts and my emotions and my feelings – i ignore the problem and it just disapears.
i am not comfortable- inconsistance, incompatible with that which drives my norms, my tendancy to be who i want to think i want to become – not what i feel i want to become.
i dont want a job or a price, a place or a feeeling, i just want me as i am, i just want to be me, feel comfortable with me – make me feel good me, make me worth me. me i just want to be me, i dont want to qualify, strive or be ambisious – for these things are things that i want and i dont have – i dont see the want to have them, they change nothing of me, i am me from the beginning to the end – just me, things around me are variable, but i am the only thing constant – me and when all fails and the wheels come off, their will be me afterwards, me confronting me, me talking to me, me thinking. embrace myself.