On Apathy

That feeling of nothing permeated her every moment. Moments of fleeting joy quickly turned sour as her brain couldn’t catch up. She was not sad, she was nothing. No joy, no tears, no anger. Floating through the days, waiting for the one where she would wake up and be herself again. She knew the day would come, but it wasn’t for her to know when. All she could do was wait. Float through each day, waiting for her mind to catch up to her life.


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