Do you know that feeling, the way you feel after walking into a sandstorm? You're lost in a cocoon that moves and changes around you. You're the only reference you have as to which direction you're going. Soon after, you start thinking that you may have walked in a circle. The dividing line between me and the life I lead before is now thicker, like a brooding warning crossed on the ceiling.
I don't know if that's a bad thing, actually. It steers me to places I haven't been in a long time. Must find a goal, a sense of direction to my life. I could use some guidance, but I know there's no one out there to pull me out, pat me on the back and te