I’m in a stupor.
It’s been weeks now of having a void of feeling. I feel neither loved or hated. I feel neither closeness nor repulsion.
God is here — which are only words. My palette has lost the taste of mercy and grace.
Life is virtual — lived in programs and viruses and data. Written words silent except for the chiming of my hands.
Conversations heard by only one, with no answer. Quiet and sequestered to my corner, I’m resolved to be far away.
I’m having a silent tantrum; wallowing in self pity and undefined angst.