Step into my light...

what is this feeling?

I feel I have nothing left, my mind is bland and I have no words to speak.

I’m like a dry fountain in July, thirsty for something, anything that will get me going.

There is no one, nothing that can push me.

I try to think, to get my head out of this place, but nothing.

I am trapped in my own blank thoughts, holding me hostage.

So do I move?

I dare say no, for my body is weak and there is no ambition to be found.

…and so I wait…

…motionless