Existential Crisis : A letter to myself

You’re in a weird place right now;

you feel like you don’t know which way is up 

and which way is down, 

 and you know everyone 

says to just follow your heart, 

but you don’t know where it is.

 Maybe you left it in another city,

or underneath your bed. 

 Maybe it’s in the August air. 

 Or in love, you haven’t touched. 

 Maybe it's in a song you haven't heard,

Or a book you haven’t read. 

 You’ll find it again, 

you will, 

 just please, 

don’t stop looking.

No matter how dark it can get

 whether outside or in your head

remember that nothing is set

on the path that lies ahead.