Peace

November 21st, 2008

I still feel strangely moodless, suffering an absence of emotion,

Thought, inspiration and desire. I stare into space for long periods

Of time. I pick up books, then put them back. I put the television on

And look at it a while, then switch it off. I cannot seem to think about

The future or the past. I cannot find anything I want to do, nothing

Stirs in my soul, nothing possesses me, nothing excites me.

I wonder if I am still alive, I wonder if meaning will return, I wonder if

I want it to. There is a certain kind of peace to this place I'm in, at least.