Where am I?
Sometimes if a picture of the past suddenly flash, I feel lost. I feel like I don't belong to where I am. Like there's another place out there where I should belong. Or perhaps another time and space where I could have brought myself in. The effect of the past haunts me like this. It evades my whole being trying to tell me, (if not convince me) that I belong somewhere else.
It would be hard to resist this, it might only damage me in ways I could not know how.
Looking back to where I was (or to where I thought was) is just another crippling thing for myself I should say. It's bringing me to things I never thought I could have thought of. Well I guess everybody has the same feeling when it comes to that.
But to wrap this up although unworthy of wrapping yet because the story seems incomplete, let me finish with this:
For a moment, I might forget to realize where I really am. But I can never forget where I know I should be heading. And I'll go chase after that without losing my senses to where I am.
Sometimes if a picture of the past suddenly flash, I feel lost. I feel like I don't belong to where I am. Like there's another place out there where I should belong. Or perhaps another time and space where I could have brought myself in. The effect of the past haunts me like this. It evades my whole being trying to tell me, (if not convince me) that I belong somewhere else.
It would be hard to resist this, it might only damage me in ways I could not know how.
Looking back to where I was (or to where I thought was) is just another crippling thing for myself I should say. It's bringing me to things I never thought I could have thought of. Well I guess everybody has the same feeling when it comes to that.
But to wrap this up although unworthy of wrapping yet because the story seems incomplete, let me finish with this:
For a moment, I might forget to realize where I really am. But I can never forget where I know I should be heading. And I'll go chase after that without losing my senses to where I am.
