Unfinished

I die and learn to live in a world created for me by those who do not yet know how to live. I am unfinished as I stand always at the gate of indecision.

Should I go in? Or just walk out? Yet, in the back of my mind I ask “wouldn’t it be better for me to ask why I chose to move at all?”

I am undecided and so remain unfinished. A conversation with a part of me that knows not its roots nor its leaves or the height of its stem, yes unfinished is what I am.

In a world that tells me how to be myself, doubt myself and even hate myself its hard to tell what love is.

I am submerged in a filthy river marred by all that which I see in my TV screen until it rains…

And for the first time I know what it feels like to breath.