Lost in a Trance

Why do I exist?

A usual question we ask ourselves.


What am I even doing?

Something we say when we get overwhelmed by going along the flow.


Time seems to be on a standstill.

There are a lot of things in front of me, things which I ignore.


Procrastination?

Maybe.


I tend to run away and keep saying "later" to myself.

I want to push myself to deal with those but then I get pulled back by a flood of emotions.

I drown in them until I feel numb.


I exist but my presence is not here.

My thoughts are somewhere else.

My soul is out there in a search.


I don't even know what I am searching for.


I am tapping the keyboard with a flow of words gushing out from my brain.

My mind is seeking for a release.


Maybe this is a good place to start.