everything’s vague.
I feel
like I should feel
something,
if anything,
more
than this.
like that moment
when you surpass
exhaustion
and you wander
in the deadness of your house
and the deadness of your mind
in the early hours of the morning
as time passes silently
and 2 becomes 3
and 3 becomes 4
and you don’t notice the minutes
falling away.
but you don’t mind
you just remain
conscious
and heavy and vague
and simply continue in that same
dead existence,
wandering,
until you forget what it was like
to feel.