Going through it again
I don’t know who I am
It’s all going to be fine in the end.
Surfing on waves of uncertainty
And flying through clouds of doubt.
How does it all end?
And when am I supposed to shout?
I wrote this thinking about writing a love letter to myself like my horoscope suggested but it turned out to be something else.
Also, yes I know there is typos in the picture, writing on a typewriter is quite difficult.