Public display of my private journal

A clean slate

What I thought I wanted
What I thought I needed
What I didn’t know I wanted
What I didn’t know I needed

Do I really want to do that?
Do I want to be that?
Do I want to stay this way?
Or that way?
How about all of that?
Or none of that?

Who even is this person?
Me, I’m talking about me

My ideas and perspective
Cultivated from birth to now
They are popping up in my dreams
In my thoughts
In conversations
Deep in my subconscious
Like, “Hey, we are in you!”

They are evolving and shifting
And they are dissolving
This feels unfamiliar
Yet incredibly natural
Where have I been this whole time?
It’s time to get used to this newness.