awkwardness surrounds me, threatening to choke me. isolate me. but i turn right.
desperation claws at me, drags me down and holds me captive. but i turn left.
solitude engulfs me. i kick and scream. i make no sound. i'm pulled beneath the surface. i'm numb. but i forge on.
i'm lost. i have no purpose. i have no way. i'm weak and i'm weary and i slow my pace. where am i?
the light is bright in the dark. the sound is harsh in the stagnant air.
controlled chaos.
fractured peace.
splintered sanity.
i stop. it's warm.
home.
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