What do you do when you are tired of walking towards the light you have hoped was leading you to where you wanted to go?
When the lines on the map that were leading you towards what you hoped was a new beginning starts looking like a lot of chicken scratch from a drunken man with a nervous tick?
What do you do when those pools of water that you waded through like puddles, turn into puddles that you are to tired to step over because your feet are dragging?
How do you address the sun breaking through the clouds when all you feel is the wetness from the rain?
Am I just sleep deprived and tired? Have I allowed myself to work too many days in a row and just gotten lost in the shuffle working from whenever to whenever, over hill and dale, cities and towns running together in a poll of rainbow layers.
