I don't wish upon stars. I close my eyes and don't even dream. But that's ok. I wouldn't want to dream. Not now. Not lately.
I'm senseless. I don't hurt. I'm simply lost. In all of this, in you, in me, in nothing.
I'm not me. I don't cry. I don't care. I don't feel. No.
I don't count rain drops and the dust on my shoes. I don't remember. I settle.