Cloudy Days

Why can't I seem to lift the fog that I feel like I've been living in. Running on a tredmill that is taking me now where, asking questions that have no answers. It seems like I am looking for disagreements and finding faults in everything. It's as though I am sabotaging my own happiness.

Yet on the other hand, I'm wondering if as I find out my true self, I am losing sight of where I used to fit into the picture or more importantly how I fit in to the picture now.