We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad.
I was lost, disheveled, disoriented, and most definitely I still am. I do have things I wanna do, you know. But then everything became a blur and I fell into the habit of auto-piloting through life, rotting away every second of every day. I don’t know how that happened, and before I knew it, years have gone by.