Zilch

 Do you ever just feel empty? Hollow? Like there’s nothing you’d like to do or want to do or feel at all. Nothing out there has any meaning to you. Nothing out there is important. Life; if anything, is a burden. Maybe that isn’t quite right either. It is nothing. You’re alive but you don’t feel like you’re living. What is living anyway? Surviving daily? Passing each day, counting each and every hour. There’s no joy. No sorrow either. Just plain nothingness. You have no desires nor any complaints. Anything and everything is fine. Having absolutely nothing is fine as well. Everything is fine yet nothing is fine at the same time. You want to feel something, anything at all but there’s no sensation left. No stimulus that can produce any sort of excitement in you. You exist for the mere sake of existing having no existence at all.