Time has come and gone without notice. The flickering of the lights did not attract the eye away from the spot on the floor to which my eyes were fixed. My entire body was not moving, my mind was blank, and I was completely focused on nothing. I did not see the area of ground that my eyes would not move from because it was not variant from any other piece of dirt. My body and senses did not respond to any surroundings and blocked out any internal movings that arose. Unaware of external and internal, emotions flat and narrow, I had become an unmovable statue of flesh. My mind did not comprehend or process any information for what could have been days, years, or moments.
I did not feel any pain or discomfort, because I did not feel. There was no internal connection with my body. The receptors of my brain did not respond to pain, the churning of my empty stomach, the dryness of my parched throat, the stinging of my unrested eyes. Numbness all throughout me, yet my mind was disconnect and offline, because the numbing of my legs did not even cause my body to move.




I was focused. I was focused.

On nothing

On responding to nothing

On feeling nothing

On thinking about nothing

On sensing nothing






















Frozen. Decaying.


Completely disconnected.   


But Safe.








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