The mission of my life is unknown. It has been for some time now. I don’t know where I am and I don’t know where I’m going. I do know one thing; that I need to be here for only one individual, my daughter. She is my single and true anchor that holds me to stay in this body. Otherwise I would leave. I would shed this form of mine and return where I came from. I don’t have space to be me; I don’t have the ability to move freely and independently. There are fences build by emotions and feelings that appear out of nowhere. I acknowledge them in me as they take over my physical and mental state. I’m aware they are here for a short time and they will leave, as I allow them to do what they came to do. As if I had no control over their inhabitants. They return as they desire, and I’m their home for a day or two. But they are not welcomed. They need to leave and never come back. They are weighing me down. They are killing me slowly from the inside out. I am too fragile and sensitive to keep guessing the purpose of all this. I’m losing, and I’m hurting. I don’t believe in anything anymore… So, I have to do what I have to do; I’m placing my creative yearning to sleep. Yes, I want to sleep now. Don’t bother me and I won’t bother you. I’ll wake up in a different place; in a different time with a different mind. To forget and be forgotten…