Blank

I have been sitting here looking at a wall for over an hour. I could tell you every dimple, every flaw, every paint chip. My feelings, however, remain a mystery. I have no idea how to word what I am feeling at this very moment. I am neither sad, nor mad, nor glad. I am in a state of emotional confusion. I stare at the wall, wishing it could somehow point me in the direction that I should go.

It is as if two paths lie ahead of me, and both have their positives and both have heir pitfalls. I stand unmoving. Unsure of which path to take.

One is familiar. One is easy to trod down. However, I've been down it before. I know the consequences. The other is unfamiliar, and I am unknowing of what obstacles lie ahead down it.

I cannot decide. I've never been good with big decisions.

So here I sit, staring at a blank wall. Wishing my fate, some map of my life, was somehow written on it. I guess "blank," or "void," would be how on would describe my current state.