The day moves past me without resistance
hours collapsing into one another
indistinguishable
I sit with the same thoughts
turning them over
waiting for them to change
They never do
The room feels heavier than it should
like the air has settled
and decided to stay
Every object in this place remembers something
that I try not to
Small details remain
the shape of a shadow
the sound of movement in another room
the quiet pause before someone used to speak
I notice them more now
There is a strange clarity in absence
The mind begins filling space with repetition
running through the same fragments
the same unfinished sentences
I try to let them pass
but they circle back
Sleep does not reset anything
it only pauses the cycle
Morning arrives
and the same weight returns with it
People speak
voices overlap
conversations continue
but the distance between their words
and where I am
keeps growing
I answer when expected
nod when necessary
The performance continues
Sometimes I wonder
when this separation began
Not a moment
not an event
Just a gradual shift
barely noticeable
Like the tide pulling away from the shore
Leaving everything exposed
I walk through familiar places
and nothing feels altered
yet something has clearly moved
The structure of things remains
but whatever held meaning together
has loosened
Now everything exists in fragments
Memories without warmth
conversations without presence
days without direction
The quiet stretches longer each night
And eventually
even the mind stops asking questions
Not because answers were found
But because the act of searching
became exhausting
So the thoughts settle
And the silence
stays where it is
unchanged
