Where you’re lying on your back staring at your ceiling telling yourself to get up but your body never responds. My life is like that. A lucid dream, constantly. I absorb everything around me, but I never find the force or motivation within myself to allow things caress the pit of my soul and push me into a certain direction. This is kind of like aimless wandering, fulfilling the desires of the ones closest but having no idea of what desires lie inside of myself. A disconnected wire within me that may never be connected again. There is a  fear that goes unseen, within me, a fear that keeps me from being. From living. 

Like an endless sea of everything gone untouched by the girl dangling her feet over the edge of the wooden boardwalk, staring. She sits there forever staring, hoping she’ll find it within herself to jump in but the voice never comes, and no one ever comes to throw her in.