Half dead to the world.
I walk and talk.
But go nowhere, say nothing.
I go through the motions.
I even pretend to care. I don’t.
They think this is my dream.
They think this is my path.
I’m merely taking a detour.
My path is far from here.
I do feel alive from time to time.
In the wee hours of the morning.
While the world is still dark.
While my world is silent.
When there is a white space in front of me.
When my fingers rest on the keys.
When my fingers grip my pen.
This is my path.
This is when I’m awake.
In a few minutes I’ll go back to sleep.
I’ll drift through the day.
I’ll take a class that doesn’t bring me any closer to my dream.
I’ll attend a webinar that doesn’t touch my soul.
But in 24 hours, when I sit here again.
That’s when I’ll be alive again.