Standing Still.

You are rooted, strong. Able to withstand. All else in flux and you are the constant around which the world spins. Holding, in stone hands, the responsibility of being the control. Emotionless and unattached. Watching, with cold eyes, the ones around you stumbling into chance.

A landmark.

You are here. 

There is an overwhelming feeling of being stuck. Being lost in a crowd that I cannot fold into. Possibly over analyzing. More than that- What exactly am I doing?  Could there be a path that I am just not seeing? Or, is this exactly where I need to be? Could my feeling of fixture be a sudden feeling of stability? Regardless. This is where I am. I am here.