Looking for the Missing Piece

I've been counting days. It wasn't a choice, though. It just happened one day and I don't even remember when it has started.

Have you ever been there? Have you ever feel incomplete? Oh no-- don't get me wrong. I'm not talking about having a special someone here. I'm talking about the "I" in you. Have you ever feel like an empty drum? You know, like there's a big part of you to be filled up but you have no idea what it is and how to do it.

I started looking for an outlet. I began experimenting for some kind of emotional release. I tried to set aside my inhibitions. I tried to be vocal and loud and honest. There was even a point when I nearly disclosed myself completely. The efforts helped somehow. But after some time, the empty-drum-thing feeling started to swallow me whole again. And I hate it. It has controlled my moods and motivation. It has made me feel more lost and jaded. "The hell with me?!" I often tell myself. But hey, what can I do? The more I try to find that missing piece, the bigger the whole inside myself has become. Did it ever happen to you? Have you ever been there?


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Dec.14.02