Here's the thing.
I feel myself moving, but I don't find myself going anywhere. I know, it's a little cliche, but it's true. I'm surrounded by things and people and lists of things to do and I know I'm going and I know I'm working but I feel as though when I take a moment to look back and see all that I have accomplished, there's nothing there. It's as if I'm taking up a giant space of nothingness. I'm a void. When it comes down to it I just want to feel like I mattered. That this bag of bones was worth something to someone. I know I'm not going to change the world, that is too grand for me, but I would very much like to change a small part of it. For the better, I would hope.
I like this, it's just simply truthful
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