what it was for

there are some things we dont say, but that doesn't mean they aren't there.

life is unexpected and my ability to predict the future is constantly failing.

it's easy to get lost. we take one misstep, one wrong turn, and then suddenly we don't know where we are anymore. we hit these moments and we feel unspeakably alone. it gets dark and we get afraid to feel around because our hands our soft nerve-endingfull tender little tools we don't want to hurt.

then somehow we stumble out, time passes the weather turns warm and golden. or maybe it's not all fields and flowers but it's good and solid sidewalks with brisk purposeful paces forward.

You'd think then, that after finding our way in and back out, when we see other people lost or in a dark space we could help them. but somehow i still find myself at a loss.