I'm ok with that

Still not sure with who I really am, whats me, what's someone else's skid marks, I'm ok with that.
I've gotten used to the idea that I'm single, and thats ok, and that I'm working it all out and it will come to me, and that's ok too.

Days become weeks that become months.

Every day is a challenge.

And as my very wise friend said, the past doesn't exist. But I'm now ok with the idea that I have an undefined future, the bubbles have burst, and let air into the vacuum.

I'm actually fine.