Last night I could feel my solitude beating within my chest, and with every breath, I inhaled an empty atmosphere. I did not sleep for a long time, but eventually, when I did, it was only for a feeble hour. The clock was slow and silent and I couldn't see it very well... I was staring at the air, until my sight darkened and only returned when my eyes flicked to check the time. When I awoke, I had lost the feeling, but the sense remains. I used to be content with knowing this... but now I am not... I am almost pushed into being afraid of it.
I feel nothing as of now. And nothing feels terrible. I often feel like this, as if I am at the bottom of a lake, and the water is filling me, and I am taking it in, weighing myself down. But I am not thrashing.. I just lie here, entirely still. My mind is reeling.
I cannot fall asleep at night. I cannot wake up in the morning.