To be honest,
I don't remember what the sky looked like that day,
or what smells filled my nose as I walked down the street.
I didn't notice the wind tracing itself up my arms
and through my hair
the impact of my heavy feet on the ground didn't feel real.
Nothing came my way,
Nothing tragic
nor joyful.
I just walked,
consumed by nothingness.
My gut was not yelling at me,
my instincts finally quiet.
My fear wiped clean.
I was invincible,
traveling through the world unaffected by anything.
I was at peace in this moment when my life meant nothing.