“Hello” I said to myself.
I was blank again.
She visited me again.
Who you say?
The blankness visited me.

She was like a wall.
A blackout.
I once caught myself staring at nowhere.
I can’t think, but I know I’m there.
I tried to talk but no words came out.
I fought it, but I was shut down.

Can anyone tell me who she is?

She visited me on days that I am alone.
Sometimes a minute, or an hour.
Everytime she is around,
I feel nothing.

The sun will not hurt my skin.
The noise will not make me deaf.
The rain won’t feel cold.

Is she my friend or my enemy?
I don’t know.
But when she is there,
I lost my senses.
I lost my dreams.
I lost my will.

It’s like I’m a bottle and she is sipping out my juices.
Little by little I became an empty vessel.

Can anyone tell me who she is?

She leaves without any warning.
And when she is gone, colors will burst.
The world will be so noisy again.
The wall will be gone.
I was like a child left in the middle of a parade.