Lost

I've been lost for just about 17 years now. Not in a typically tragic manner of being stranded without food or shelter, but instead, lost inside of myself. I don't have a single ounce of direction. I couldn't tell you where I've been, and I certainly have no clue where I'm going...being lost is a part of me. Yes, just like any other four year old kid, I wandered away from my mom in a grocery store, but that only sparked the rest of my existence. Who knew that starting at the bread isle and ending up surrounded by towers of milk and cheese would have been a glimpse into my hazy future. Maybe I'll find my way home, or maybe I'll be lost forever.