The Monotony of Nothingness

My time in the sun has come to end. The rollercoaster has descended again and I am momentarily stuck at the bottom of a large climb. Words escape me. I have no motivation to even speak. Instead, thoughts trickle from my mind to my fingertips and find their way onto this page. Physically, I battle through the day with headaches, pains and stiffness. My limbs feel like they are made of lead, my brain has turned to sludge dissolving in acid and my stomach spins like a washing machine. I am void of all emotion but instead feel full of 'nothingness'. Everything is grey. There is no colour, no hope, no future, no past. I am here but I'm not. I will come back eventually but for now my soul has lost its' spark. The grey, soggy embers wait to be rekindled.