waking up to emptiness, the synapses not firing, the gloom, the desolation, the feeling of worthlessness, all this brings me down,

and still, and yet, I’m no sad sack, am I,

no! I don’t want to feel this way.

I want the pain and emptiness to scurry away, leaving me to live,

just live, in peace,
day after gruelling day …


'illusory art' by Maya