a time of void

The bitter hate that blinds our senses. The seductive joy that plunges us into a world of ecstasy. The fancy hope that gives life a meaning. The somber sorror that destroys our souls. The feelings of the world, they exist as such. And yet of late, I have been unable to feel the dispositions of a normal mortal. I live in void, and the void clouds my thoughts. My heart tells me nothing, and my mind does not know of what to do. I am in a whirl even as I speak. I feel lost and misplaced. A mist deprives me of my sight. A searing cold numbs my sense of touch. My ears are rendered disfuntional by the screeching silence around me. When will I be relieved of my burden? When will I be free of my load? When will I feel life again?