Prompt: My strongest emotion in the last 24 hours? - Death/Surrealness
Every waking hour, it's hard to believe that I am alive.
My body feels like it's floating, heading to someplace I can't imagine.
It's not hard to continue my daily life,
I do the usual - eat, sleep, work, breathe,
Still, it doesn't feel real.
My mind and heart know that I am here; I guess my body does too.
There's just something in me that expected more - maybe that's the soul.
I once lived a life of passion, one where I felt free.
Now, though there's nothing but freedom, there are still pieces of me that feel like constant death.
How do I manage to smile at my neighbours? Chalk up conversations about the latest happenings when I am truly not here.
How do I move my limbs when every inch of me says there is no point.
I know something is missing that makes me think my life is surreal.
But, I choose not to call myself lonely or empty.