I lay here, late at night.
Nay, 'tis early morn.
I'm thinking of you.
No, not of you
But of this and that.
I don't even think of these.
I think of nothing.
Nothing.
I am thinking of everything.
I am unable to sleep;
my mind whirs
in ceaseless storms of chaos.
Nothing.
I am nothing.
I no longer exist.
A shell, an empty body -
I am a blank mask,
seeing all
but never truly seen.
Incessant, pointless thoughts.
Countless dreams never reaching fruition.
I am alone.
Alone in my turbulent mind.
Where have I gone?
Lost
I've become lost in my thoughts.
Author's note: I wrote this in 2014. I wrote it in a matter of two or three minutes while lying in bed, trying to relax and fall asleep. The random musings of my tired mind...
