My Purpose
im in a weird place in my life, im growing but im not. if that makes any sense. i struggle to find ME. who am i? The questions always asked. if its not in a seminar, its in my screen somewhere deep after the 100th scroll on Twitter. I look for purpose. and as i know myself, e.g my comfort space, the environment necessary for me to continue this crucial growth exists somewhere deep inside my brain. I look for it in men, in drinks, drugs, fake friendships, even in my success. Nothing seems to quench my thirst for inner peace. I remember long ago, i felt comfort from you. you showed me the love i needed to live with. That's what i crave. and i Know this. Only reaching towards you, breaking through this hardened shell i happen to strengthen with every lie, with every vile substance i put in my body. i find myself not having the strength within myself. i dont ask for strength because my desire for this human feeling sits strong in an untouchable spot...