I got everything I’ve always wanted. I have everything I need. But why do I feel so empty?
There’s something missing. Contemplating. Day and night. Night and day.
I’m on a dead end journey. Searching, endlessly. What exactly am I looking for? What happens if I never find it?
A dark shadow appears before me. I run after it.
I chase after the shadow as if my life depended on it. Finally, I grasp on to the arm of the mysterious creature.
IT was a she, and she is me.
I take a step back. We stare at one another. I envy her. She looks back at me with disgust.
She was free, happy, and warm. I was broken, depressed, and cold.
Now it all makes sense. I was looking for myself.
Fadumo W. 