first i thought it was just me...an overwhelming anxiety about who i am; what i've become-who i'm becoming. perhaps its the time in our life that marks the realization that we're not all that we thought we'd be by this age. or maybe simply the yearning to see beyond the thick fog that has settled almost permanently atop our eyelashes. it never seemed to be a hindrance before, but now, we dwell on its presence like one would a noisy car alarm shouting down the street. we wish it would leave, beg for clarity, desperate for another moment where we experience anything else but this confinement that incubates insanity. lets hope that by 30 things will be a bit different.