What Now?

Floating with no purpose like a derelict satellite in outer space.

Weak visions of possible futures fail to pierce the void surrounding me.

Uncertainty clouds over me like an ominous storm. Doubt showers me like the rain.

Where do I go? What do I do now?

I am helplessly lost.

Dialogue

Sometimes late at night I talk to myself.

Out loud.

Not internal contemplation or ponderous thought, but an actual dialogue with myself.

Call me crazy (as I sometimes do) but it gives me a sense of peace to hear my thoughts from my own voice.

As weird as that may seem.