Alive, yet, life passes me by.
Awake, but feeling like sleep.
Hearing, but sound melts into a pool of
randomness, meaning little.
Seeing, colours bleeding, edges
blurred.
Feeling, texture all the same, nothing
hard or soft, wet or cold, hot or dry.
Human, devoid of emotion however,
having lost the ability to love or hate in equal measure.
Sentient, but unthinking, moving moment
to moment, responding to the pushing of others.
Eating, tasting nothing, no
satisfaction from nourishment.
A life in nothing more than
name.........
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