Where Am I Right Now?
Oh yeah. I’m here, where I’m supposed to be. I don’t know how, but I am. That’s the thing. I don’t know if I’m supposed to be here. But I trust that I am.
The more I think about it, the less I know matters. The less I want to know. Or maybe the less I’m willing to change.
I think about the past. My youth. Not just my youth, but the collective youth of everyone around me at that time, too.
The past reappears better.
As if I somehow became tainted along the way.