I often find myself lying in bed, with a constant yearning, though I am not sure what it is I am supposed to want. I feel it filling me completely, consuming my every thought, my heart, and my soul, like an unpleasant within me, that I can not escape; a lock with no key. My whole life, I have felt an emptiness, as though there was a part of me that was missing, and my purpose is to find that missing piece; maybe that would make me feel like a person, instead of a fragment of one, doomed to wander in search for something I am unaware of for eternity; go out and search for the feeling or object I so desperately long for, only seeking out things that temporarily ease my mind, and kill the voice telling me that I will never be complete. The everyday pleasures of life fade at the end of the day, as I return to my bed, sinking endlessly into a void which I cannot crawl out of, alone with the thoughts that plague my mind "something is missing", as I sink further and further away from reality into my conscious mind. The efforts to distract myself provide temporary relief but the emptiness always returns. I wonder if my fate is to forever seek the unattainable, remaining a wanderer in my own confused soul. The journey continues until I reach my end, but maybe that is just the cruel nature of human reality.
