To Be

I tell myself to write

But don’t know

What to write anymore.

Should I write about the Beach Cities?

Where I was born and raised.

And the South Bay

The end of LA

In the urban sprawl

I go to OC and the LBC

Anaheim from the Harbor

Wilmington to Palos Verdes

Will I be here in my thirties?

Should I write about my anxieties?

How I don’t know if I’ll have enough,

Time, money, space or life to live?

What if I’ve got nothing left to give?

Feeling like I’m running out of options

Is there a deadline to figure out

Life?

Should I write about my uncertainties?

Choices have to be made

Every moment.

Is it right? Or is this wrong?

Should things take this long?

What’s the truth? For me? Or reality?

I’m no longer sure of what I see.

I don’t know

What to write

Anymore

Just what I’m thinking.

There’s no conclusion

To my confusion.

I’ll just write

About it later.