Questioning

I usually write when I have just figured something out. Tonight I write because I am not sleeping. Because I don't understand.

I don't understand what you're doing with me. I don't get why I am still trying to bear all the weight of my mistakes.

I can't figure out why my life is taking off and yet my heart is still stuck in the same place.

Why one day I can say with confidence that there is nothing like strapping on your truth, and the next day, feel like I want to run free from it.

I'm not expecting answers. Sometimes I'm at my best when I don't have any. Thanks for hearing.