Wobbling.

I'm standing, unstable, on that center point, that intersection.

That intersection with roads either helping you go loco, or not helping you at all.

I'm not a mess. Not yet. I'm just plain unstable. Crazy it is how I take all these with arms wide open, no matter all the heartaches and headaches I get.

And I don't even have a clue on how to get out of this, I don't know how to even stand on my feet and not wobble.

But I'm happy I'm not alone in this struggle. I'm still blessed. And somehow, I'll find a way.