I. Feeling

I find myself unable to.

Unable to smile.

Unable to cry.

Seemingly stuck in a trance.

In an endless time loop.

It all feels the same.

The feeling of disconnection.

Consuming.

Disconnection with myself.

My body.

My life.

Who am I?

Eyes remain staring.

There are no emotions.

Simply an empty house.

A house where there was once life.

Were there were once feelings.

Where there was once a lively house, there is now an empty one.

No emotions.

No pain.

Only numb.