Does your mind go apathetic when it comes to me? Over time, does the enthusiasm level diminish? Are connections once held strong by the bonds of trust, which withstood the tests of time, severed? Are the pressures, crunches and ordeals that I face, monotonic in nature? Or have I made them monotonic? I wouldn’t mind adopting apathy at this stage in my life because every emotion of happiness isn’t embraced. I am fevered every time loved ones are around yet the freedom of expression is curtailed either by words or actions. I wonder who I am. Sometimes I can't recognise the face I see in the mirror. Each new day now, comes as an extension of my depression swallowing my spirit and trapping my soul. Yet I continue treading my path of existence devoid of self-satisfaction.