Numb.
Cold.
Depressed.
Alone.
All of these things, all of the time; anymore. In a crowd of people, in my sleep, in my nightmares, these are my constants, my forever companions, my only allies in this battle of survival that I am constantly finding myself so deeply embedded in. They are those "feelings" that I just can't shake. They are the foundations of the infinite emptiness that is me. This is what I have become. I feel like some sort of machine from a Sci-Fi story. Some type of semi empty android, void of emotion but attempting to learn how to express it none the less, as if the survival of mankind is dependent on it. Ironic really, since I am not even sure if I depend on it, or if I truly care any more. I feel like there is some sort of emotional autopilot driving me from day to day through a life I never wanted. The click of my cigarette lighter is a comforting sound. I pull the hot smoke into me like an old friend. I am comforted. A simple pleasure for a simple being. I know it is toxic but I am comforted by it no less. Ah Ha! Yet another wonderful epiphany! I am comforted by the toxic, by those poisons that are everywhere, and so I choose to stay just where I am and seek even more refuge in their destructiveness.