the address i was looking for, there was not even a sign to tell me where i was.
we are all on our own separate journey to discover who we are, where we come from, where we belong....that's how we all ended up *here*.
how do you cope with the shattered sense of self?
i'm sure it's different for each different person, but right now, this is how it's feeling for me: my sense of self may be shattered, but as i begin picking up the pieces to fit them back together again, i find i'm holding in my hands new pieces that i never had before, and the new pieces seem to 