... and when I see all the people around me, that have so much stuff
happening for them, I feel like I'm missing out on my life.
I just can't find my place here, that's why I hope going back to my origins - near them anyway, moving to Cluj next year, would somehow give me
what I lost here: myself, my joy for living,
a group of people that I relate too, and the sense that I'm working towards something.
I'm just afraid my life will end before I begin living it.
I sink into thy depths with bubbling groan,
Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
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