what is the plan? where am i going with all this? what is the end result? what will I become?

these questions riddle my mind, half-ass answers sit in the tub. what?? what the hell do you want from me? i'm just here biding time, trying not to starve, trying to smile while the rest of the world and my country plan for someone else's demise. or is it my own? i light a candle— leaning over the edge of my bed.