The cause of this slow but sure cataclysm, however, was somehow undeterminable. I was unsure, shaky and, worst of all, aware of the impending upheaval . I ransacked my entire being but all I managed to find was a strange void engulfing me inside out. Scared that I won’t be able to endure this inexplicable change all the more with the weight of a jeopardized ego bearing down upon me …. I panicked, grew impatient and all it did was nourish this row being raged within me.
My existence had been reduced to a perfunctory drudge.. People saw me, met me and interacted with me but failed to perceive this shadow which had interlaced deep into me. I was dragging my schism shredded ramshackled fragments on the face of the earth with a lost sense of purpose…
The Scream : Painting by Edward Munch
