I sat. Alone. Wondering. My past was gone, it’d past me like a blur, yet it was not forgotten. My future, unclear, distant, never arriving and yet I couldn’t drag my mind from what could be. The present, don’t even ask, it’s the most confusing one, sat in a field, well I say a field, an expanse of land covered in rash like patches of small yellow grass thinking about my life. Not knowing really how I got here, why I’m here, when I’ll leave, what’ll happen after I leave. Urgh, it makes no sense but alas I will proceed to let you in on the scrapheap that is my life so far.