Nothingness

What if I lie in my bed without worrying about tomorrow? See the world through glass windows. Confine to the concrete walls. Not knowing what lies ahead. Just lie there, stare at the ceiling, the fan, the vase, the doors and the curtains. Just lie in my bed doing nothing, thinking nothing. The feeling of nothingness is surreal: an uncanniness difficult to interpret; a shrouded mystery difficult to unravel; and a stoic silence difficult to break. Will allow the pigeons to flutter on the roof, and squirrels to squeak outside my door – not to seek their company, but just to listen to their voices, to know, I am not alone; to know, there is a world beyond these walls; to fear tomorrow is near, and I am unaware and indifferent...

Not wanting to know anything...