“I am someone in that crowd, looking at the people around. These people, they have it all together. They know where they are going and I..I am just lost. Walking nowhere. When someone asks me where I am going, where I have been, I smile and conjure up the best story I can. I have an interesting life, I make them think. I let them think I have it all together.
At nights I lie on my bed, eyes wide open, staring at the empty darkness before me, feeling like a fraud, while every thread I weave in the light every day slowly unravels. And then I get up in the morning, collect the unraveled yarn slowly and carry the threads with me waiting for someone to ask where I am going, where I have been, waiting to weave a new story, waiting to let someone know that I have it all together.”