I don't feel anything at all, but I feel it all at once. The brokenness, the misery, the weariness, and the shame are like being drenched in silt, caked in filth, covered with life's crud. I reek of the living riverβ its currents have carried me into a sea of everything. Now, I find myself adrift in an ocean of everything and nothing.
For when you're drowning in everything and still feel nothing. A piece about emotional overload, numbness, and the silent weight of it all.