It’s that empty feeling in your core, like the only thing between your ribs is air. It’s searching – endlessly and unsuccessfully – for words that will never come.
It’s looking around your house, your home, and feeling like you don’t belong. It’s knowing you are the only living soul (save for the dogs and cats, of course) in the place, and it will remain that way until it’s time for you to leave in the morning.
It’s missing your friends and family to new depths but lacking the strength to face them. It’s shaking with inhale and quivering with every exhale. It’s questioning your past, present and future.
It’s being so unsure of where you are and where you’re going that you start to doubt where you’ve been and where you come from. It’s the need for soul-searching without the energy to back it up.
It’s desperately needing to express your feelings to someone without knowing where to start or how to say it. It’s wishing telepathy would, finally, become reality instead of science fiction.
It’s hoping that going to sleep tonight will make this feeling disappear by tomorrow.
Photo: Trey Ratcliff