Whispers Of My Inner World

I have been in a state of apathy for months now. I don’t feel anything. I don’t feel happiness. I don’t feel sadness. I don’t feel anger, excitement, or longing. It is as if every emotion has abandoned me, leaving behind only silence. Not the kind of silence that soothes, but one that suffocates. It is not a storm. Storms are  alive, chaotic, and powerful. They demand attention, even in their destruction. Their winds tear through the air, their rain strikes with purpose, their lightning pierces the dark with brilliance. You cannot ignore a storm. It forces you to feel, to move, to react, to be alive in the face of its fury.  It is not calm either. Calm suggests peace, a kind of quiet that heals.  It is a quiet that restores, a stillness that allows the world to catch its breath, a gentle pause where things can mend. Calm has a rhythm. It has a warmth. It carries a sense of continuity and hope, even in its silence.  This however is something else entirely. It is stagn...