We float aimlessly, watching, waiting for the moment where we finally find purpose in this cold, dead world. We wish not to be the people we see in the mirror, we desire to be something else, something more. There is no way of describing that bottomless feeling, that longing. We hold in that feeling and it becomes a burning sensation, one that eats you from the inside and out. It takes your hope away, watching and waiting, and those wishes soon become questions. "Why?" you may ask, staring into the abyss. You want it to have the answers, to hand your purpose to you... but instead, it leaves you empty-handed and nobody can answer your question... no one but yourself.