i'm not afraid to say that i feel lost; that i'm in a place that i don't really understand, a road that feels completely unfamiliar with landmarks that mean nothing.
i'm not afraid to say that what i have questions, but no answers, there's mud on my shoes, and mud on my clothes, and mud on my face and mud in my hair, and under the nails on every finger of my hands.
i'm not afraid to stand at crossroads, and i' not afraid of moving - to stand still is to die.
i'm not afraid to tell you exactly how i feel - indeed, that is the point. i need you to listen, and to tell me how you see it. i need you to help me figure this out, because i am afraid that time is too precious to waste,