...maybe

...running from one thought to another, solace once found, cherished, is now nothing but a scattered wreckage of reminders. All this before me now, by my own hand, by my own choice. On the road, mile after mile passes by, empty fields, ever changing scenes roll into one blurred backdrop. Another city another day to realize I don't know where to go. The mind and heart refuse to listen to each other and a chaotic battle rages and I am constantly uneasy in my own skin. At this point in time I have no direction, no compass, nothing familiar to reconcile my heart, soul and mind. Detached from myself, going through the motions. Going, almost gone....maybe its better that way...maybe