That’s what it is. Jumbled-
That’s what I am. Jumbled-
A mix of too many feelings. too many experiences.
A jumbled cauldron of lethal thoughts.
I tried to make sense of it my whole life.
I tried to create conclusions and goals from them.
But it is now the golden years.
The golden notorious 20s.
But it feels far from that.
I tried to fix everything too soon.
And now, the year that everything should fall in place is jumbled.
I jumbled everything in the process.
Change. Something different. Something new. Something that forces me forward and keeps me from dwelling, analyzing, and echoing my own thoughts.