I feel myself drifting. I feel the unshed tears lining in my eyes. I try to swallow, to push down that lump of uncertainty, unhappiness, doubt. I try to foucs but my mind has many thoughts. I try to see but I can't focus on the vision. I search for direction but I stand lost. Sensory overload. Debt. Dreams. Passion. Discipline. Discerment. Stewardship. Love. Loss. Work. Tide. Caregiver. Free loader. Slacker. Grace. Mercy. Hine sight. Who or what, shall I become?
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