Just Being

Just Being captures the feeling of emotional detachment, drifting through life without truly living. A reflective and melancholic exploration of numbness, longing, and the search for meaning.

The world spins fast, a blur of light,

But I am still, within the night.

My heart beats slow, a muffled drum,

No joy, no tears, just feeling numb.

We breathe in, out, we go, we stay,

But life feels far, so far away.

The colors fade, the music's gone,

An empty feeling, lingers on.

We're here, we stand, we take up space,

But disconnected, from this place.

Like watching movies, in our head,

Where others live, while we are dead,

Inside.

We're just existing, day by day,

A silent shadow, come what may.

No passion burns, no feelings rise,

Just empty stares, from hollow eyes.

We fight the fights, we play the game,

But nothing feels, quite the same.

The purpose lost, the meaning's weak,

As life goes on, and we just speak,

Without a sound.

The laughter rings, the sun shines gold,

But we're inside, and feeling cold.

Locked in a cage, we cannot see,

Just watching life, pass us by, free.

What broke the link, what dimmed the fire?

What killed the spark, of our desire?

Was it the hurt, too much to bear,

That left us trapped, in silent air?

Can feeling bloom, in barren ground?

Can lost connections, still be found?

Can life begin, anew, for us?

Or are we stuck, forever thus?

Is there a path, to lead us home,

To where our hearts, can freely roam?

To where we feel and breath and love?

Or are we lost, to skies above?

A quiet plea, a whispered call,

To truly live, before we fall,

Into the void, and truly die,

Beneath this cold, uncaring sky?