I’ve known far more hardship than peace in my life, but I think that’s probably the average, nevertheless I feel adrift at sea with no land on the horizon and no wind to move me along. What direction do you go when they all seem equally bleak? And so I remain still; perhaps out of fear of what may be out there, perhaps out of lackadaisical submission. 

Do I go retrace my steps to look for the pieces of my heart I’ve lost along the road, or do I push on, hoping that whatever I have left is enough to make it to the next stop? I’d say I don’t want to live like this but what would be the point, nobody does. I guess I just wish life would slow down and let me catch my breath once in awhile. 

Another night thinking to myself “I hope I don’t wake up tomorrow” is all I have to look forward to.