I close the kitchen cabinet door with a thud. I go to the living room next. The scent of sandalwood meets my nostrils. I inhale, but never do I appreciate the scent nowadays. I lift the stacks of magazines in the coffee table. Nothing to find. I go towards the restroom. So clean, so white. I hate it. My brows furrow from silent rage. I open the medicine cabinet. Still nothing. I stop moving.

I wonder what I am looking for. All I know is that I am not contented not looking for something I don’t even know if existing. I look up and my eyes meet the restroom mirror. My eyes are empty. Their colors are fading, day by day. I sigh from frustration. I didn’t know I am this lost and I don’t even know why.


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