I am having a hard time looking forward these days. I seem to keep floating in the past, I am having a hard time redefining myself. I am trapped between who I am becoming and who I was. The faces have changed, some I don't even recognize anymore. I feel weighed down by all these corpses I have to step over and walk away from, forget about. I used to have so much passion, now I feel hung over from it all. I just want to move away and start again. Push all those fucking skeletons into a trunk and light it on fire. No more fallen idols, former flames, dead boys, old journals or the checklist of things I never did. I can't smoke it away, eat it away, cry it away or control it. How can I find my happiness if I can't even identify it?