Empty

All is grayness
Like spider silk made mist
Where am I
Why am I
Who am I
What am I

All is fog
A constant coalescence
I drift
Or do I stay still
I see clearly
Yet see nothing

I have been here before
Drifting in nothingness
Echoes of ghosts
Call from muffled distance
Without words
Without sound

There is no one truly here
Except me
And I am gray
A pseudo existence
Missing in the haze
Of nullity