Mixture

Sometimes I have to remember who I used to be. What happen to me. And the lack of inspiration mixed with confusion is not a good mixture.

I thought the problem would be in recognizing the place, not myself. And here it goes, the curious question: Will this fix everything?

I have to admit that I knew it from before, but now, I don't have a place to really call "home". It doesn't exist.

And there is always that fucking feeling that makes me think that this means to be selfish.

But it's my life after all;

(... and you're my wander wall)


Albert