Cloudbursting

I feel like nothingness. I feel like a strange addition to this world, floating through the sky like a cloud which will burst into a million raindrops. I am not grounded, I am not stable, I sometimes wonder if I am even here at all. My thoughts race at lightspeed, twisting, turning, flitting from side to side, coming, going, dissapting as quick as they flash into my head. My thoughts like my life seem to have little purpose, little direction. My thoughts like my life have no way of knowing where they will go, what they will turn in to, how they will progress. I feel stagnant and still, unchanging as the world whizzes by, yet I also feel skittish, jittery, flighty as my mind roams off into a tangent of weirdness. As the winter closes in around me, the leaves fall from the trees admist the wet autumn skies I feel a deep depression pushing me down. I feel the darkness invading, I feel the pressure of pointlessness and indecisive helplessness crushing me, I feel the world crumble. Where do I go from here?