Hazy.Vague.Unsure.

It's blurred. The past, is what it is. 

Some days are imprinted,

many moments have erased themselves.

I can't recall it then,

the vibes crawl up my skin even now.

Nostalgia hits me hard,

leaving my scars glistening in pain.

I'm vacillating. While reminiscing the what ifs

of my past and the future.

Wavering like the last leaf, clinging to a frail hope,

only to fall yet again;

the thorns of my past pricking at my soul and

the rose lay crushed against my demons. 

Unknown, the future is paving its way,

even as the uncertainty is gnawing its teeth at me.

For better or for worse,

I am but a mixed bag of doubts and faith,

an amalgam of light and dark;

flailing between the fine lines of illusion and identity.