I don't think it would come as a surprise to anyone who knows me. I'm in a fucked-up situation these days.
I spend an inordinate amount of my time looking for, I dunno, something.
For what exactly, I can't say, because I don't know what it is. I think that I might be looking for what's left. Something that survived that terrible flood. A recognizable chuck of debris on the bank, perhaps. Just something to remind me, though I could never forget.
The rest of the time, I wait.
For what? Again, I don't know. I don't know what it is, but I'm waiting for it right now.
I had a really good day today, but I guess I'm having a bad night. My moods bend in the slightest breeze. So tonight, I'm depressed. No big surprise there, I don't suppose. Except to me, because the cause of my mood is different than usual.
Today, it's neither the pain of the past nor the agony of the present hammering away at my mood. Nope, today it's the future, of all things, that torments my thoughts.
The thing about the future is that I'm not really sure there's going to be one.