I have been home now for almost four weeks. I still find life strange. The freedom of a day, to sleep in, stay up late, read what I want, go where I want, stare at nothing for as long as I would like, and yet, the days pass and I still don't know what to do.
How do you begin from nothing? The world around had changed moved on while you have surfaced from a dream. A dream you can't seem to shake. A dream so powerful you want to go back, to never wake up. A strange emptiness fills the days. What have I done that has effected the world? My world? What is there to direct the keel-less boat of existence?
Who is there to aid in the aimless wanderings of a soul?
