direction

Sometimes your slate needs to be wiped absolutely clean in order for you to see your truth.

All of a sudden, all of the things you thought you wanted seem inconsequential, the people you thought you needed appear faceless and all of the ideals you portrayed seem meaningless.

Maybe this is a phase, a stage or a turning point. For all I know, it could be a pipe dream. But as the fog lifts and the haze clears, I can at least see already that my feet are different. As for the rest of me, time will tell. We'll have to wait for the fog to lift further.