do you ever just
exist?
You aren't anything more
or less
you are just there,
breathing, not important.
It seems like you're frozen;
lacking a future of any sort.
You just exist.
The pages of your story are blank.
Your words fall flat.
You are just a statue of the present.
It's almost like
when it is completely silent
and it sounds fuzzy.
The silence itself has a sound.
That is what I am.
The emptiness can be full.
Full of numbness
befuddlement
or carelessness.
And that is the only way I will ever be able to explain how I have felt for the past few months.
I am just existing.
that is all.
