I say goodbye to a way of life

Emptiness. Words float around me, agendas fall off the list one by one, time slows to a trickle. My breathing grows low and steady. Blank eyes conceal a string of disturbing thoughts. I am quietly distraught. Fun-filled mornings and passionate nights are long forgotten. All I can hear is my own breath. All I can see is these four walls. The blinding white lights, too harsh too cold. People watch me through glass windows, their faces old and forlorn. My eyes grow tired and weary, my being is listless. I am not safe here. I am not safe anywhere. My existence in this moment is but a void, a black hole.

I wish I hadn't seen all of this realness

And all the real people

Are really not real at all