When nothing in particular is wrong,

When everything in general is alright,

but you still want to cry? That's when you know you've become an adult.

Recently I've been listening to a lot of emotional music. I'm glad to see that I can still cry.

This sensation of 'feeling', it's becoming more and more foreign everyday.

Yes, I feel tired, and I feel frustration,

but happiness has always been fleeting.

I've indulged in sadness for a very long time. It's become familiar, but now it too feels foreign.

I've detached myself from happiness and sadness.

I don't have an emotional anchor.

Floating. I'm floating.

Drifting.

You're in a room. Alone.

For all you know, everyone outside is dead.

There is only you in the reflection of the window.

Who do you see?

Who am I?

I think that's a wrong question.

Who do I want to be?

I've been dreaming of a future.

Everything feels false, but my senses tell me that they are real.

When I close my eyes, does the world still exist?

If I don't feel it, is it still there?

Words have as much meaning as we give it to them.

Why am I writing this? Well, to relieve stress.

I'm alone. Are you alone too?

Goodbye, drifter.