We see where we want to be.

We know the ending of the book we are writing.

We know that the steps, the middle, well, we don't know.

There is a giant blankness between the start and where it all finishes.

I confess.

I have no idea where I am.

I am lost.

There is a giant hole inside me.

If faith is our gasoline, God, give me a sign.

Photo - N
Words - S