I wake, my first thought is you
The world goes dark.
I have to get up. I have to move.
Phone doesn’t matter, you can’t answer.
Tv doesn’t matter, we can’t watch, discuss.
Clothes don’t matter, you won’t see.
Drive.
Music hurts.
Can’t sing.
Can’t feel the sun.
Can’t feel the warmth.
Can’t feel anything.
Can’t eat.
Is this real?