My meaning in life has been found, yet I am lacking in communication, drive, and the courage to pursue it. Alone in this dream I find， myself, wallowing in dread.
Moments of solitude make you realise the emptiness of existence. That which eats up your hopes and dreams. The light seems darker each time I gaze upon it. It seems no longer a guiding light that strives me to reach from the depths of my existence. But rather a torturous dream with no seek.