I am uncertain. Of the future and present and of the next breath I'm gonna take. It's the start of the new year and I'm uncertain wether I'll make it till next, or turn into dust. Although I'm not even sure if dust is what I'll become. I am sure of nothing. More confused about myself than I could ever be. I just wish I knew which direction I should point my feet, if I could only get back on them. I'm a mess. Scattered in my own mind like leaves blown by the wind, away from the place they began existing. Because I am just existing, I'm not living. But I wish I was, I wish my life was yellow and pink. I wish I understood things, understood myself, understood my purpose. Because I don't want to live in misery and I don't want to die in it either. I just need a sign to point me in the right direction, so I can stop existing, and start living.