as my memory draws blank, i can only wonder what my next thought will be

growing bored in an absent mind, things begin to seem pretend to me

i enter a reality all of my own, becoming a stranger to myself, as i drift farther into the void

the feeling of emptiness sets in

this hollow head echoes with silence, kept undisturbed by anything that is tangible

left isolated, to reside in a place of solitude and remain in a state, where i feel that i don't even exist anymore