Am I alive today? I’m breathing, I’m thinking. My vision is perfect, my hearing is in mint condition. My mobility isn’t impaired, and my stomach just informed me (by growling and tightening) that it was hungry.

All my bodily functions seem to be working properly, which suggest that I am in fact alive. I guess I’m alive, but wait. It’s here again. That numbness that just filed the shell, that is called my body, and completely consumed it.

I’m invisible, yet i’m real. It takes a prick, cut, a burn to make me real. But then it leaves. Existence is fading, and a dormant cloud has taken over again. To be real, one has to feel real; but, to feel real, one has to be able to feel.