IX. Message in a Bottle, #2

When I go back,
I am not sure
where
I
will be.

This has all been so complicated

Confusing,

Not sure exactly
Where I lost track
and took a wrong turn
into an ocean

I am planning my tomorrows,
I am just
not sure

What pieces
I pick up
at the door,
And walk out.

I guess I am trying
acceptance

Infinite Reason

 

Precious moment; you

infinitely assure:

existing matters.