it’s almost Winter.
Air… cold. Piercing through an empty unmotivated soul.
What are you doing?
Why are you doing it?
Where are you going?
Why are you not going?
Where is your motivation?
Why don’t you have motivation?
You are a soul, in a body; With a mind and feelings, emotions and senses.
But then again no. You feel soulless. Empty.
And the air continues to pierce through you. And you stand there still. Like a marble statue. Getting old and colder as time passes. The change of the weather and age only visible on your appearance.
Marble. Cold and soulless.