Where I am today is potentially
still only half of the half of the distance
from where I was last and where I think
I am headed; which I suppose is different 
from where I want to go—away from here, 
where by turns I'm chilled to the bone 
or too hot under the covers, where I have 
enough or even everything I need, or nothing 
to which I can lay claim. Today I felt surely 
the loneliest I have ever been in  this life, 
and called it heartbroken. In the evening, I
crept out of my curtained cell to fill a tall
glass with ice and water. This is the way it
goes today; and on another day, and another. 

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