I am a boat, adrift in unknown waters. I have forgotten my destination and left my plans at home, too far from the shore to turn back to retrieve them for my faithful guide. Where I float, there is little by way of light, and the skies are weighed down with a heavy fog which holds possibility hostage in a web of thoughts who act as thieves—foraging through each and every hope that could sail towards a land of promise. I am lost in the confusion cast by the night…so that even if I so desired, I could not rationalize my way through such a predicament as this. Have you discovered me yet? Are the heavens any clearer?