Beginnings

Something isn't right; something's missing.  Gotta find that niche, that small space of the world where she fits.  She has to find her 'thing,' the it that keeps her going.  What is life without meaning?  Without stuff to fill all of the white noise?  It's cold and empty.  I never had any direction, except to the next best wave.  Or what appeared to be best, better.  Perhaps that is life, but it makes for difficulty.  No soft pillow to seek solace, and shoulders to cry on are only so available.  It's time to be a big girl and learn what it truly means to live.  Right...begin.