Solitude- Collection.

Gone.

I feel drained. I'm at the point in life where I cannot feel anything. All I feel is tiredness, or what I assume to be, as I have no emotion nor feeling to contrast it to. Constantly just... being. Not thinking, not moving, just simply existing. Doing.

It's riveting.

It's a life without consequence, a drunk action you don't regret, words you don't take back, things that mean nothing to you.

Imagine flying, yet at some point mid flight, weights drag you down. You crash into the ground hard. Now imagine all of a sudden, the weights are cut away and you can fly as freely as you wanted before. This is how it feels.

But it doesn't feel... happy. It doesn't feel joyful, you know? It doesn't feel like I'm complete, more like I am but a fraction of what I once used to be. A fragment of a puzzle, long gone and forgotten. A toy a kid looks at now and scoffs at.

Yet it doesn't bother me. If you tell yourself anything enough times, you'll convince yourself of it.