n. the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore—that although you thought you were following the arc of the story, you keep finding yourself immersed in passages you don’t understand, that don’t even seem to belong in the same genre.
Nowadays, I find myself
Mechanically sifting through life
Remembering moments frozen in time
Contemplating the path not taken
Staring into empty spaces
In a crowd of familiar faces
Pangs of isolation overwhelm me
Inner conflict brews within
I feel incarcerated in my own skin
forever lost. .