I can't really say that I love my job completely but there are moments when I feel so blessed to be where I am right now, despite the long hours at work and the many sleepless nights spent finishing up my "homework".
However, when I return home everyday, and those long minutes in my room before I close my eyes and surrender to the uncomfortable dreams I've been having lately, I feel dissatisfied somehow. As if something is still missing from my life; without which, the inside of me is hollow and there is nothing behind my eyes. No spark, no soul.
Now, if only I could put my finger on what it is...
