I stepped out into the world. I made moves that everyone wants to make: those to warmer climates and to foreign countries. I sat around and wrote 200 pages of stories. I loved girls. 

But now I am back in the sunny midwest (the soon to be snowy midwest) with little to cling to. I am looking for someone or something to put my full faith behind. I’m writing, but I’m afraid I’ve lost the sweetness that I always felt lived inside of me. And sometimes I wonder if it was ever there.