Walking
I don’t know what is right, or what to do. Don’t know the meaning of all of this. I don’t know why I’m here or why all this has happened to me. Tired, honestly, of trying to figure it out. Much of what I thought was bedrock…wasn’t. Don’t think I ever really had a clue. I don’t want to not give a fuck. I want to care. And I want to be free. Don’t know how I’ll get there.
Guess I’ll just keep walking.