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You know somethings amiss when you know you are in a place and your heart is at another and your mind is just wondering in blank space. I can't seem to find something. Something that I've either lost or maybe never quite grasped/comprehended. A meaning, a reason to/for what I do. Probably the purpose, some would call. Either way something is a miss. Everything seems lifeless and pointless. Why am I here? What am I doing? Yes freedom is a choice, but you have to unlock that door yourself. But I can't seem to do so without knowing what's the key.

I've thought about it. Pondered days over it. Everything seems to be running away. Everything seems to be sliding an inch further day by day. Maybe I'm finally losing it. There is only so much you can drink out of a bottle. Once it's empty, there is not going to be anything till you fill it up. That stale phase is draining. Probably one day, I'll come to know but nevertheless, dealing with the current ain't that easy.