"All I can do is be me, whoever that is." -Bob Dylan

My name is Tom. These are pieces of me.

 

Struggle Bus

I’m having a difficult time
Being who I am
And who I’ll become
I’m scared of the unknown
Of what’s to come
Will I lose myself in the tussle?
Like Dr. Jekyll?
I pray for guidance
Requesting strength I know I have
Asking for a sign
One will be here soon enough

Musical Alterations

It’s intriguing how music can be a timeline through our lives. We listen to certain artists and songs during specific times as we age. Then, as we grow, our tastes change on multiple occasions.

However, what we don’t realize until later is when we stumble across older music of ours, the old memories and feelings can come flooding right back. Thoughts that haven’t passed through in what seems like eons. Possibly the admiration for an old beau, the bitterness towards a tragic event, or the elation we felt when spending time with old friends during our younger years. 

It has a way of putting things in perspective. We can learn from these previous experiences, and utilize them to our advantage. Other times it’s just a nice way to reminisce on the good times, and put out the bad ones. A reminder that life isn’t all bad but rather enjoyable, in fact.  

Dear 2085 Malibu,

I wanted to say thank you. Thanks for being my first apartment. Thank you for being an excellent place to grow. Living here was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. I made some lifelong friends. I realized I have the strength to not be so hidden about things anymore. I’ve had a lot of firsts, epic parties, and awesome memories. I know that I’ll always look back on this year as one of the best years of my life.

I’m going to miss this room. I’ve made several realizations, and conquered some serious issues which had bothered me for years. Honestly, if I hadn’t wound up choosing you, I don’t where I’d be. I like to think it was fate. Some of my experiences just make too much sense to be random. For example, meeting the amazing people who entered my life in a rather obscure manner. I’m glad they’re here, and I’m going to keep them with me for as long as I can. I love them all. 

Once again, thank you. I’m going to miss the hell out of you. Don’t worry though, I won’t be too far. Hopefully a sweet group of people move into you next so I can come back and visit from time to time. This is my formal goodbye letter. I wish you all the best in your future residents. May they be as astounding as we were.

Sincerely,

TFC :-)