Underneath

Sometimes I feel like everyone around me is moving forward; happy; content; or for some people, content in being unhappy.  Either way they are moving.  They are living.  Am I?  Some days I’m not sure…I keep moving, I keep going through the motions.  I try to laugh, to smile, to plan, to live.  But my heart is still searching; for what, I’m not sure.  But there’s a constant uneasiness under the layers.