Nothing.

You know that feeling you get when you feel
nothing. It's not emptiness, it's just that
there are too many mixed emotions of which
you can no longer define the existence.
That is how I feel.

As fear pushs me away, sadness
is born in my wrinkles. Once I try
to resist it, I feel power......less.

It seems like I see moments of happiness
everytime I blink, so I can't catch them.
I can't save them for longer than 1/10 of
a second, repeated, continuously.

Because of that, I'm constantly angry.
My heart is broken. My soul is damaged.
I deplore the death of my eagerness
as I watch my days waving goodbyes, one
by one, knowing we will never meet again.

So yes, I feel nothing, but the truth is,
I feel everything, and I wish for none.