Possibilities

I should be sleeping. 

My morning shift looks mischievously at me in the form of the alarm clock icon on my phone. Responsibility incarnate.

Curiosity found me in the "non-profit" section of L.A.'s Craigslist and now I wade into oblivion, torn between reality and potential. 

I have been at war with Time for as long as I can remember. Its finality and unabashed resolve reveal my powerlessness and stir my heart to anger. Inherent wrath against a force so unstoppable that without even glancing in my direction, has removed even the idea of control from my war-torn synapses.

In part, my discomfort stems from ignorance. Not knowing what end a certain step will take me wholly unsettles me. I am in love with a path whose trailhead I cannot find. All of life's intricacies smirk at me, promising victory, but I have but one life, one road, one step.