I can’t connect. The wreck--what my life has become. I stray into the gray that matters. In tatters, my lost soul flounders as I attempt another day. I don’t know how to get through so I wing it, attempt after failed attempt. Is it so obvious to everyone but me what I should be? Say something, say anything. Give me a guide--a muse in leopard print lingerie. Show me how to be, baby. I’m losing my grip and the bottom is all I can see…