I want that Woo Woo back.

I always feel like I’m marching to a beat I do not quite understand, a fate unclear to me which makes it hard for me to look ahead & live my life the way I carelessly want to.

It’s a beat that makes it hard to have faith in where I am & where I want to be.

I look around & life seems to be happening swiftly all at once & right away. The moments are gone & can never be relived.

I then look up can’t make sense of what’s been staring at me, a road I apparently laid out myself.

I want that woo-woo. I want to find that place where my youth was once because that’s home to me.

I know it’s real because I’ve lived there before.

It’s a home where I remember what dreams look like, where meaning came natural, & where the purpose was simple.

That’s a place where love still matters.

That’s a place where love still happens.

I want that place again.