Stars Only Show You The Past

What are you doing?

I ask myself this question all too frequently. I don't know what I am doing. I don't really know where I am going and barely understand what it is I even feel anymore. It may seem like the dark shroud may be lighter but the atmosphere still weighs heavy around my shoulders.

I see the shadows and ghost of things I thought I wanted. Reaching out to touch something that crumbles beneath the press of my fingertips takes my breath away.

Though I am not frightened and I am not sad.

I am curious.