When I feel lost I look to "Howl" that I have pasted on my wall.
I twist myself into the words, get dizzy from all the thoughts that are flying by my face. I open up my Kerouac and thumb through the pages, catching snatches of phrases here and there.
Everything so free, so free.
When I'm done I feel more lost than when I'd begun.
But so much more free, so much more free.
And I remember that is all that matters.