When the feelings of lust evacuate your free spirited being, you start to feel a certain missing void bring its way into your new life. It’s almost as if the human body forms itself into a puzzle, and in that puzzle you have a piece that got lost once you’ve opened the new box full of enchantment. The piece can’t be found no matter how hard you try to replace it with other pieces that don’t seem to fit in that significant spot. Maybe there’s some other piece out there to complete you, maybe not? Time tells all its little tricks with the ticking of the hands. Either way, I woke up. Not quite sure as to why I did, but I grasped the fact I had to. Life goes on.

When I look around I see emptiness, maybe not to the naked eye, but once you feel it around you, it slowly starts to creep into your view. Four walls, a door, and a bed. The three elements of a room I see. Past has a funny way of working, one minute it won’t be on your mind at all, the next thing you know your mind is clouded with all these pre-lived moments popping back in for a memory lane check-up. I don’t like to bring that stuff up, I’d rather not be the open person in life, I’ve learned the hard way it only knocks you on your feet faster. It got me where I am today; to the person I look in the mirror and acknowledge the presence of. Here I am standing in front of my mirror once again, hoping to one day see the brighter and lifelike portrait of myself again, but we all know that’s gone.

“You ready?”

Her voice was steady and precise, she wanted me out and that’s what I would give her. How ready can one get that’s been handed her everything, yet nothing at the same time be?

“Look, I can’t say I didn’t try and help you.”

Oh but she didn’t, that’s the thing. Day in and out I had to reconstruct myself to even become even just a quarter of what I used to be, just to survive. I must of left out something while putting myself back together, but that’s only because that piece is in someone else’s hands. I just nodded; there was nothing else I could do? I’m leaving my once called ‘home’ to live on by myself.