I find myself questioning my own thinking and decisions.
It is incredibly easy to go through life forgetting/not knowing how to live.
Mechanical, forgetting what it means to feel alive.
A ship without an anchor in a storm.
A dog without an owner or a pack he can call his own.
I have lost the need to be wanted.
Lost the joy in my life.
All things are just a bore and time is no longer precious.
I am just waiting for the end.
To end this emptiness.
A body without a soul.
A host with no  feelings.
Is it time yet ?