why should i wake?
only to make my bed.
cleanse my body.
eat without taste.
work myself to the bone.
be overlooked day in and day out.

grieving the loss of what was never there?
where are my answers?

no.
where is my will to live?

it's obvious,
isn't it?

it certainly
seems
like it

you see
it too,
right?

maybe
i'm imagining it?

it's probably
nothing

but

your head
is upside
down

facing inward
and
laughing at
itself

and there's
a light in
there

that's always
on

just
thought
you should know

Lying in this silent pain
Hearing the words of that navel chain
Words forming in a swing
Making me surrender all my dreams

I said to you
What is this feeling
As I fall more and more into
You and you and you and you...

And me and me and me and me...
Like a cycle it repeats
Singing and talking and cursing and yelling
And crying and laughing and coughing and screaming
And touching and holding and gripping and pushing
And cutting and hugging and kissing and loving
And into others senses, that are foreign and without names

It’s like falling and falling and falling and falling...
And flying and flying and flying and flying...
Forever
And all of this
Forming those tiny but infinite points
Of existence and reality
Of experience and identity

I surrendered more and more
As I became it
All these pain
All these love
All these beings
And I heard that song reached an end
As I gave up all of me
I died and became
Nothing...
Love

I do a lot of things everyday, and I remember everything;
But my heart always feel nothing.