We sit across from friends and families in cute cafeterias, bite after bite, talking about what's going in life and when we see ourselves inching forwards to emotions, we hastily hide it with sarcasm and laughs at unfunny pauses. Hours and hours of conversations, yet barely striking the surface of what we truly feel. We exchange hearts and kisses via text yet shy away from a hug that might be just enough to carry on with life. We say our goodbyes and 'See you soon's yet it doesn't matter. The last few hours didn't help fill the void that grows everyday. We are trapped in cages, most of which is built unknowingly by ourselves through the years, shouting and hurting and crying for help, barely audible. And then someone comes along and says, 'You gotta break it'. The wannabe philosophers who didn't care to ask you a question but chose to offer their priceless advice that you might as well throw in a trash can. Because you are a door to hear themselves talk. It never is about you even when you are the one screaming and burning. And that maybe the hardest truth of life. And Life would be so much easier if you could just forget you. Would that be called life though?