Sometimes I feel like an outsider to my own person, to my own life.  It’s like when I look through a window to another’s, and then I turn back around to look at myself, I don’t know what it is I’m suppose to be looking at.  

One of the hardest things is when you feel a certain way that you can’t comprehend could ever change until one day you realize that it has. It’s been altered. Without your consent.  An alteration that you didn’t asked for, or wished upon.  It just kind of happened.  

So then you feel complacent.  You feel indifferent.  You feel lost in yourself, in your feelings, in your thoughts.  I’m trying to find my way back home, and when I see love alive I feel a little closer.  I’m not lost, I’m just taking a detour.  I’ll be back soon.