An Organized Mixture

I walk in the corridor step by step, slowly and unconsciously. I’m numb, unable to feel the movement of my hands or the dragging of my legs. I’m an empty body filled with void, void and an echoing silence causing a tender feeling of sleepiness in me. I can hear the whistling song of a calm wind. I can sense that assuring effect of a breeze circling around inside me. Nothing, nothing is disturbing the harmony in this quietness of a drifted away soul. United and attached like frightened mice, even the occasional flashes of deep longings curved in my bones like a wound kindly burning and sweetly hurting. Even this everlasting scar seems to be in coordination with the fading colors of my mute picture.

I can't hear you shouting,
I can't hear them laughing;
Words just pass through me.
I'm an invisible mind,
I'm a deaf ear,
I'm an expressionless face,
I'm a weak body,
I'm space itself,
So empty, so wide
Even I get lost within me.