My feet are touching the ground.
Yet I don’t feel as if I’m on solid ground.
Having this world of mine shake within my mind.
Not really here, getting through in simple routine.
Living in a subtle constant motion.
Looking forward to nothing,
expecting not a single thing.
Possibly just the strength to get through today.
And repeating this the next day.
Until I’m out of days.
© Duc Nguyen WordsOnEmptyEars, 2016