Nothing

Today I feel nothing.
I do not feel bad,
Nor do I feel good.
I drift somewhere between the two,
Indifferent to it all.

Yet I feel confused.
A little numb to my surroundings,
As though I stand just outside myself,
Watching the world move past.

I no longer feel the lure of creation
As I have these past two weeks,
Those fruitful days
Filled with stories, dreams, and possibility.

Now everything feels…
Quiet.
As though I have nothing to say.
Yet at the same time,
I desperately want to have something to say.

It is a peculiar emptiness,
A silence without peace,
A stillness without comfort.

And perhaps that is the source of my confusion.
Not sorrow.
Not joy.
Only the absence of both.