12:22 am

I’m ready and I’m waiting.

To do what exactly?

I’m not sure.

I’m ready to grow.

Into who I’m supposed to be.

The problem is I’m scared that who I’m supposed to be,

is who I don’t want to become.

And what does it even mean to be?

Are we constantly becoming rather than being?

Am I perpetually becoming?

I am being.

I am trying to be.

I am becoming being.

What exactly am I waiting for then?

Amsterdam, 2019