I lie in my bed staring at nothing.
Music plays softly in my headphones but to me it's practically silence.
Songs play and I don't recognize them, though I know them,
That's how I've felt about myself lately.
Urges aren't even present because how can anything exist in an empty void?
Nothing doesn't feel right anymore, even nothing is something if you think about it.
My stomach grumbles, but at 4am I couldn't possibly care.
I'm supposed to sleep but all I can do is stare at this screen and try to conjure up words to explain the unexplainable.
People ask if I'm alright and the answer depends soley on the definition they are going by.
I'm fine, I'm okay, decent even, but am I alright?
I don't think so, but I don't speak the foreign language my body and mind have been communicating in recently,
So I could be wrong.
