I’m searching for validity, for justification, for the right words to explain why I am where I am, doing what I do. It’s day after day of seeking a congratulations, a memory, a truth. I’m driving solo and won’t go to sleep, I’m washing dishes and thinking too deep, it’s a Friday, a Sunday, an everyday too little, overanalyze, repeat.

It’s a familiar feeling that waits around, the lull and pass, the deafening sound of worry.