Uncertain about my future. Unsure about my past. Everything that has come into my life, has not proved to last. Uncertain about what I want. Unsure of what I need. And making every move, except the one that will be beneficial to me. Emotionally unstable, clinging to anything that feels right in the moment; from becoming engulfed in coiling and lingering smoke to nightly escapades in warm and tangling sheets.
Uncertain about my heart. Uncertain about my mind. No one has a full nor clear picture of who I am from everyone I've lost, to everyone I've come to find. I hurt people in the process of trying to move forward. I hurt myself, too. And the only thing I'm certain about, is the uncertainty I feel and repeatedly go through. It is a cycle of emotions, a barrier I can't break free. Because the only way I am free, is to roam about sporadically.