trace memories of present emotions filling my thoughts
 with emptiness. Been blinded by enlightenment on this 
journey of self-discovery. I push on even though I’m having trouble 
walking a mile in my own shoes. So I use paper and pen to pull
 me through these mirages of happiness, to try and find drops
 of water to help sustain my sanity. My foundation is cracking
 and crumbling due to the weight of my soul leaning on my heart. 
I have to start supporting my-self with the strength that 
I’ve found to be too weak to rely on. I lack the fuel to move on.
 I’m stranded in the dessert of my mind, trying to find the
 peace that I show people that I have, yet I know nothing of 
peace, nor do I have any idea as to how to attain it or what
 to do if I find it. I’m not lost, I just don’t know where I 
am in my life. I can see the path, but I have yet to feel it’s
 security beneath my feet. Unsure of my footing, I dig into 
this void to anchor my emotions to this ever-changing 
landscape, only to find myself longing to move on and still
 unable to choose a direction. Trying to forge a path through 
the jungle of my life. Laying words as walkways,
 using sentences as stepping stones, and laying my head to
 rest in a bed of my inadequacies.