Tonight I don't know how I feel. I reach inside to question, and nothing responds. So I browse and read other words, little windows into the feelings of others, hoping something will prompt me to reach my own.
Stillness. Silence.
Is this numbness, perhaps?
It is not my usual numbness. Not the numbness of despair. Simply a quiet absence that roars when I put my ear close to it.
A word that only fits because my search has given me no other.
