How

You ever look around and wonder how? How has my road led me here? How do I not know where I go from here? How is this possible.

The mind wanders, hopping from “how” to “how” like a cosmic frog leaping from one great existential lilly pad to the next. How does one press pause on the train of how, which seems to be in perpetual motion?

Drink the ether of nostalgia, and harken back to days of joy. They are shimmering shimmering shimmering just beneath the surface; try to catch it! I dare you. It will quickly sink like the twisted steel of an anchor.

And what’s left? The deep abyss and your own eyes gazing back at you.