LOST

I feel like I spend half of my life simply existing.

I feel hollow, vacant and isolated

I spend copious amount of time alone.

In solidarity I find and lose myself. 

I want to leave the systematic life,

I want to come ALIVE

I fear that death is creeping up inside me.

I am not sure who you are, but in a myriad of different ways this means so much. Memories engraved are also lessons learned. I hope one day you find the courage to tell me this in person. Thank you!