In recent months, I have often felt rudderless - with a huge wave of hopelessness in me. The last time I struggled like this was over 22 years ago, and it did not end well then.
A foreboding. A forebrooding.
These are times I should not drive. (No, not that I am unsafe), but its just that these drives amplify the zen conflicts in my head.
Loss. Losing. Lost.
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