In ruins. In tatters. That is what we are.

Tonight.

Tomorrow.

Forever

Ripped up and beaten down.

Tormented but forgiven.

I am not crazy or even headed in that direction

My consciousness is a stream

I catch a river raft and ride the rapids.. White water and we are all going down. Shipwrecked in my mind. Abandoned by rational thought..

This direction is not even a direction. It is several.



"Where do we go from here?" doesn't matter if we can't find where here is.