4/24/23

I am on the constant hunt for The Way To Be

Is it date in the title?

Is it some vague pun every time?

Is it a metaphor for my own life and not at all about the way I write?

Maybe.

Perhaps I am on the hunt for control or consistency, in a life that feels lacking in either.

Feels, is the keyword, because I know I have both, but it doesn’t feel like I do.

A bizarre cognitive dissonance, calm and chaotic, relaxingly stressed.

It feels like home, and thus, I remain.