"Outcomplete"; the act of being with"out" completeness
Have you ever had a meal that no matter how great it taste or how flawless its presentation was, there is still something missing? Something that gives the food its spark and overall roundedness. (I think i just made up a word.) And even though this ingredient is oh so important to please your palate, it's missing. That's kind of how I feel right now, like there is something missing. Not something that makes me who I am, but something that makes who I am come out. Its like I've lost my mo-jo, whatever that means. I feel like a stop sign with only seven sides, a tire without its grooves, a dish without its key ingredient. I'm still me, but what am I without my groove?