Lately, I've been analyzing my life like I would a book.
I talk about 'going back' a lot.
I'm not so sure what I mean by that.
Do I want to physically go back to where I dropped my pen?
Perhaps my mind wishes for me to be back to my old house with all my old friends.
Or maybe I am like other people, wanting to go back to the innocence of childhood.
I don't know a lot about myself,
But I do know I want to go back.
I live in the past and worry about the future.
I need to appreciate the present more.