Even If The Batteries Are Dead...

The clock never stops.

I hadn't left my home in 3 weeks. Aside from work and visits to the grocery store. I had been home.

This was different from every other time. This time around, I was home alone. There was not a boyfriend to snuggle in bed with while the day smoothly made is way into night. There were no friends to make themselves comfortable in my TV room's chairs while helping themselves to wine and snacks. This time, it was only me. Me and my never-ending thoughts, me and my ongoing urge to figure myself out.

It worries me.

I thought one was supposed to know oneself. I have no idea who I am, what I'm doing or what's supposed to happen next. The only thing I do know is that I am very fortunate. I am healthy, I am intelligent, I am capable, I am beautiful. That should all count for something.

The days turn into nights and nights into days all over again. It's never-ending. Time to move.

*Currently listening to High on the heels by The Whitest Boy Alive*