Everything’s Here, But I’m Not

Lately, I’ve realized… nothing feels the way it used to.

Not music, not people, not even the things that once made me happy.

Everything is still there, but somehow, I’m not.

Sometimes I think about the past and feel a strange kind of peace, but it fades too quickly.

That old excitement, that pure happiness — it’s like it stayed behind somewhere, and I just kept moving without it.

Something changed, but I can’t tell when or how.

Now every day feels the same.

Even when I smile, it doesn’t feel real; even when I talk, I’m not really there.

What used to feel warm now feels empty — like a quiet tiredness inside me.

Still, I wake up, wash my face, and keep going.

Because sometimes, there’s nothing else you can do.

Maybe one day I’ll feel it again.

Maybe I’ll wake up and say, “It’s back.”

But until then… I just keep going.