Sometimes it is hard to sleep with all these thoughts running back and fourth inside my brain.
I wonder why no one understands the motions I convey.
At times, I feel lost and often wonder why I am on this earth to begin with.
Who am I?
Why am I here, and what is my purpose?
If I have no purpose, what is the point of living day in and day out?
What does this all mean?
I sometimes wish that I was like a feather- light, soft, and flowing here and there without really ever knowing where I was to go, or where I was to end up.
I'll never fully understand why I am who I am , but I will try my best to comprehend what I already know.

written on a sunny, fall like day
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