Who am I? What’s holding me down? A people? Goals? What do I want to do with my life? I need to shake myself free from myself. I have no place. No direction. I am floating.
I don’t speak with conviction. I don’t believe in anything enough to speak up. It seems my spirit to live is barely alive. I sit and wait, for some force, for some demand, to move me somewhere.
I hide from myself. I hide behind an image, books, all these things that I’m not entirely authentic about. Even that word is ambiguous. Nausea. Here it is.