i guess it just comes down to what makes me feel something. anything.

what sinks into my core and stays there, firmly and grounded, to remind me later when i need something to get me going again.

what used to make my heart burst and my spine tingle with goosebumps now stares me blankly in the face, flat and uninteresting.

everything has changed and my passion has twisted down a different road, forgetting to hand me a map.

retracing my steps, hoping to find where i lost my mind or my determination, but i'm really fucking lost.