I'm wandering aimlessly through my day to day. Nothing planned, nothing warranting a clear direction.
It's always circles, like a merry go round that refuses to let you off, like a dark dense mass that holds you so close that you've lost yourself. Lost the freedom and will to succeed, the freedom to lead, to live and to love without a clouded mind.
We're told we are the masters of our own destiny. As if stolen from the grips of the mocking fortune cookie that you beg to scoff at due to irony, but the reality that surrounds me swirls around like a category 5 ready to sweep me away forever to a place where I cannot harm myself anymore, to a place where I can simply exist.
If only I were so lucky...
