Lost, No Direction

I feel lost again, no one to blame, but myself, even then I am not playing the blame game, for it is not a game, it is life, my life, in which I have lost my way, a feeling of not belonging. I like where I am, I like, love the you, it's not you, so don't think it is, don't read too much into this, it is me, all me, that is the problem, not you, not us. I just have to find my way again, find where I belong, and want to be, I'm torn and at times feel like I am being pulled in different directions, but don't worry, it's not you personally or us, I love you and us.

the beginning, the middle, or the end...

He felt a weird certainty deep down in his marrow as he poured the first few fingers of the evening's espresso and lit his Camel cigarette. At first, it was nothing more than a subtle, metronomic beat in his head...beginning to hear a sort of internal percussion...