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A time in which I have experienced Tocka was in the middle of the school year. I felt as if I had faded into the system. Just meeting average and repeating the same expected process over and over. I simply had lost reason to do anything wand different. I had no drive towards a goal or dream. I felt as if I simply existed for the day to day. In that way My soul ached without a purpose or direction.
“I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.” ― Edgar Allan Poe
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
I had identified with this line as sometimes I share this feeling of drowning. An inescapable feeling of being absorbed into something more powerful and larger than yourself. yet its not violent. You are just slowly disappearing.