Dear God,
Why am I the man I am? Why do I always have these questions, always want answers? Why can’t I just be who I am and not care how I got here, or what others think of me or how the person “I am” affects others? Why is my path so much the road less traveled? Why can’t I just be?
The longing for acceptance, the want for people to like me, the wish for companionship, the need for love, the less eloquent desires; why do these things plague me so?
It seems so simple under the neon lights of the night. The sounds of the city streets; the laughter, the beat of the music, the squealing tires, the hushed passions.
I. You. Simple. Lonely. Vapid. Primal. Welcomed desire. Un-welcomed expectations. Honor. Pride. Conformity. Passion.
Lost. Disconnected. Alone.
Why can’t I just be?
Me.
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