Sometimes I feel as though I’m steering a ship with no map, no stars to navigate by, and the most frustrating thing is that there’s no way to even ask for a map, for stars. You’re just there, adrift in the darkness, hoping that the next piece of intel will crack some code, provide you with a Rosetta stone.
More likely, though, you will only feel more lost. Sometimes your internal compass is all you’ve got.
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 