I Look to the future, endlessly hoping and praying the current state I reside in is only temporary. The hopes and dreams I once undoubtedly believed in are now ridiculed with pessimism, fear of rejection, thoughts of failure. I feel myself existing, but existing without an identified purpose.
Am I really here?
On this earth? In my body?
In my mind?
Or Am I here just renting this fleshly space?