I needed somewhere to pour,

Ended it has a phase in my life and it hasn't sunk in yet. Its the cycle, lifestyle, a routine I am much used to in fact reluctant to let go off. As I sat in the car on the way to a place where I go to five days a week, I started thinking of the unforeseeable events that could take a turn in this life of mine. I need a purpose, an aim, a goal. However now in this puny little brain of mine its blank. Of course there other variable paths which I consider to take to sculpt my future but things are still uncertain til I get a confirmation. I keep telling myself, things are going to be ok, and it will.

ps. sometimes all we need is to put our thoughts into words, to clear things up with oneself, organize and have a collation of memories in a hard or soft copy. We cant all rely on our memories can we? basically this is metaphorically vomiting thoughts