The place that I am in
Is no man's land
Because I am stuck in a state
Of wanting to break every rule set before me
To carve my own stairs, follow my own objective

The problem being
I am no longer attached to any particular place
I have cut the strings of every attachment
Now I live in no man's land
Because I refuse the memories
I am stuck in a state of neutrality and mere existence
Coping with the hole that is my being
Void of passion, memories, places, moments