looking out at the boston skyline at 12:57, i think to myself, i am a night wanderer. lately, i don't know where it is that i want to be at the end of my life; i don't know where i'm going. everything i was once so sure of, i am no longer so sure of. it was a map that i had always believed in, but now i wonder, how do i know these directions will get me where i want to be? does a place like that actually exist anywhere outside my idealistic mind?


i want so badly to stop questioning and go along with my life as it's always been, believing things will work out somehow. i know it will make me happy and peaceful; it always has. but tonight my soul will not be peaceful. tonight, it feels like wandering.