Compass

Daily writing prompt

What gives you direction in life?

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A bowl of faded institution-
 the way the air felt after that first punch
 sucked out of me, like a fire in a supermarket.
 she plunged down the storms, like a leaf
 where before
 
she

had been the shadow of her Mother (always capitalised)
 I headed east and dreamed of rose quartz and trauma
 as a passing jogger plucked her from a maelstrom.

There is nothing worth dying for.
 There is nothing worth killing over.

Not quite a golden rule, just an arrow, pointing north
 'Just go when you need to.'

 I need to go right now
 but I can't say any of that.
Aimless is not quite true, just dispassionate about the emptiness
of the slumbering hours.