I find myself wondering where my passion has gone. I wonder when I lost it. I used to enjoy things. Used to breathe in colour, in description and words and books and nature and adventure. Used to crave so many things, used to want so many things. Once upon a time, I used to breathe in life. I can’t remember where it went. Where I went. When I lost me. I search the mirror. A stranger stares back, l...