ambiguity
AmbiguityLoose ends blowing in the windIm floating aroundSomewhereThinking thatOne day ill landAnd everything will make senseSometimes I doBefore im swept awayOnce againEach time afraidMy feet…
the trip.
the path is pavedfrom the soles of our feetour soul in each step along the waywe're greeted by other travelerswho may join usfor a moment…
Being Myself When I Still Don’t Know Who I Am
As much as I’ve tried to change myself for the better, I think that deep down, I am still the same person I was as a child. There is still a core that exists, that may never go away no matter how hard I try.
tori's thoughts 