The Routine

Somewhere between my memories and what I've created in my mind, I'm searching for what truth really is and what its importance is. I feel lost and incomplete, and even if I were to reach a conclusion, I don't know what to do with that conclusion. I'm learning things, I'm feeling things, and sometimes, I'm eating something. After eating, I light up a cigarette, thinking that I should quit it. I love coffee, and I'm navigating through the currents of uncertainty, not knowing where I'm headed. That's how it goes... and I create I'm ok