I was lost today.

I wandered my house, aimlessly studying the pictures and stains on the wall. How did she feel, sitting in the sunshine there with her love? How did the door to the closet acquire so many scratches? And both questions left me equally perplexed, equally unknowing.

I drove the path I've driven twice a day, five times a week for the past five months. Am I headed in the right direction? Have I passed this already?

How could I have been lost in my own life?

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