What's inside of me

I keep thinking.

What is inside of me?

What do I want?

How do I want it?

I'm in flux and I don't know.

I'm lost. No agenda.

I wish I had one.

Do you think they get more jobs done?

When someone asks you what your story is,

Where do you begin?

At the end, middle or middle of the end?

My mind is lost.

Well, here goes.

One sentence

Of my life.

Right here.

Oh my.

"There was once a person born into a bad situation."

I need one more sentence.

"They thought one way out was the best way there"

Odd phrasing.

"Because, they never escaped. The only went on a different road."

Where did it lead?

"Right back home."

I was shocked. And what I realized was that I never escaped.

I was always at home.

So I continued my story.

"But they came home, realized they didn't like the curtains. They put a deposit into an apartment."

I smiled. I am no longer home.

But I'm building a way to a place that I can call my forever home.

"

"

Oh