This feeling I feel, feels like feeling nothing. Not numb, not some, just nothing. Like nerves forgetting to be nerves. Trust is not present. Not a present from you, her, or him. Wings I wish I had only mock me. Flying away with out me, but always returning to fly away without me. I hear your voice as it fades to nothing, nothing, nothing. Was that something? No, only bluffing. The loss of interest is only interesting enough to lose interest in again and again. Where do I find peace in this piece of chaos? Do I find it when I'm alone, or in the company of those who's lonely souls control if I'm alone or not. Fighting harder and harder to stop the fighting between the one I know the best and the worst. As I write to write away the way I feel, I begin to feel something. What is this? The point in which feeling nothing turns to something. The dawn, the day break, the sun rise. Now I am awake. Now I am alive.