What happened to me?
Where did I go wrong?
How did I come to this place that I feared I might end up ever since I can remember?
What can I do to make it right?
When did this start?
What can I do to change me?
Why am I always not going where I need to be?
Why do I always expect someone or something to come to my rescue?
How can I wind back the clock and start over again?
Is it too late?
Is it not late enough?
Will I be this way forever?
How do I get out of this situation?
Is that even possible?
Is it really worth it?
What’s the use?
About The Lost Pedestrian
In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me).
My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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