Written by Put

Nothing by Put

I finally took off my glasses.

I am finally able to lay down on my bed after hours of staring at the screen of my laptop.

The smell of coffee still lingered in the air. The cup that was once filled with coffee now has nothing but a few drops left. My mind is left in the same condition, empty.

The feeling of boredom feels unusually different. I am no longer bored, I am devoid of any purpose.

I wake up every day just to live assuming that I sleep the night before, truly devoid of purpose. The repetitiveness feels like chains locking me in place.

How come can nothing feel this heavy?

It’s getting heavier. But it’s nothing, so why should I ask for help? If it’s nothing, then there’s nothing to worry about, right? It’s literally nothing.

My mind is no longer empty, now it is filled with thoughts that most people wouldn’t consider normal. Am I crazy?

I should get some sleep.

As I close my eyes, I heard my phone beep.

It’s the alarm.

The phone’s bright display hurts my eyes.

6 a.m.

I guess no sleep for me tonight. I open my laptop again and fire up YouTube hoping to get these thoughts out of my head.

I guess this will never end.

Cover image by DANNY G on Unsplash. The copyright of Nothing belongs to Put.