. . .

Haven't posted in a while.

Dunno what's wrong.

Not feeling myself lately.

Not feeling up to anything.

Not feeling much at all.

Tired.

Alone.

Empty.

Feels so empty here.

I'm not. I know.

But caught myself indulging in the solitude again.

The melancholy angst.

A drop of blood in a crystal glass of pure water.

Swallowed in a flash by the clear void of liquid light.

But which am I: the blood, or water?