In my solitude I feel and see everything.
How the air moves and tastes.
The humming silence against my bare skin.
It’s warm and cold together.
I feel the sounds I hear.
I hear the blood vessels moving under my skin.
I am aware of everything around me but I am lost deep inside.
In a life devoid of you, I am completely awake but hallucinated.
I exist but I doubt the surroundings.
There is no universe without you. There is space.
There is a field of endless dark of something or the other.
