The little plastic bag

So I was going to fill in an application form when I realised I needed my passport photo. I went to my cupboard where I thought I had kept them, and panic when I realised it was no longer there. 

I frantically start searching for that photo. That little plastic bag that has the photo. 

And in the midst of finding the photo, I had to start rummaging my cupboard which I have been avoiding. To go and look through and touch what was there. I felt like I needed that plastic bag at that moment because it had so many photos to be exact. I grew sadder and sadder looking through my cupboard that I wish, I never started on the quest.  

It felt like what I'm still doing. Frantically finding myself and has no idea where am I going still. It's like I have lost my life compass and now, I don't know where to begin searching. So I'm searching in every single place where I could put myself through. Messy as my thoughts.