Here I am.

A week away from twenty-four

And still have no idea where my life is headed.

All my life being told I have to have a plan and always coming up empty-handed.

Love is still a cruel joke to me.

Happiness still just out of grasp.

Why do we tell each other that we have to be prepared for the future when most times we aren't even prepared for the day?

Here I am

As lost as I was

At 13

At 18.


Sometimes I hear the universe chuckle at my hardships and I can't help but chuckle back.

In some grim way despite all that weighs me down, I've come a long way.