I wish I could see the life I have before me. I wish I could make out its outlines, and trace the little bumps and curves that its path lays out for me. I wish they were not a blur, not a foggy ocean, enveloping me in its vastness.
What do you do when you’ve lost your way?
What do you do when you’ve lost yourself?
…I wish I could see myself, through myself, inside myself. I wish my heart could be taken out, and examined, bit by bit, fragment by fragment, with the delicate precision of a surgeon. But like the blurred paths before me, I cannot be seen, cannot be comprehended.
I am just a faded black and white.
