Passing through

This is now
Caught in the silence
There is peace
Nothing
I, alone

And all the things that used to be
Pass by in a haze at the corner of my eye
I don't wince
Don't take note
I can barely even tell they're there
But they are

A ghost
Walking in an empty shell
Ignoring the questions
Nowhere near the answers

Stillness
Solitude
Silence
Slowly drifting into the blur
Dreaming
Of something that was
Or is
Or can never be
Of nothing, nothing more