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silence.

hit with

silence.

there is 

nothing. 

have i finally been

    emptied?

          done?

              numb?

          completely?

what is this?

i look

deeper

into myself.

digging around

in a dusty attic.

there is so much,

yet

    so little

         of worth.

apathetic. 

that is

how i feel.

"does that ever happen to you?" i asked.

"when life just loses its spice. there's nothing there anymore."

"what's the point?"

what do i love?

i know

there are some

who read,

and worry.

know

that i am low

but i will be 

okay.

not right now,

but i promise--

    i promise.

i promise i will be

okay.

--4.16.18