Swirling in the mind of an infinite world of choices. One choice first has to be made to make another obtainable, whilst the same choice locks out the possibility of other paths; and the choices on them.

Forever it can seem we tie up a loose end to move forward to the bigger picture, but on small error and the whole string of every choice ever made obliviates into a billion lashing and destructive loose ends, again.

The last form of control we can hope to take is relinquish all control; for it seems someone else is grasping for the wheel; and their hands are much bigger than ours.

I feel lost and found at the same time, which makes me feel more lost. But, to paraphrase Captain Barbossa “to get to somewhere which nobody knows, we have to get truly lost”.

My pain my only compass, my gravity. I know there was love there, now it is everywhere, and I don’t know which way to move.

So I drift, tumble, race and stagnate towards something I am losing; or lost long ago.

Time.