I'm here.
Nothing happened, just a consequence of being me living my life in half way.
Absolutely lonely. Loneliest.
Totally alienated, left thrown bounced off the wall rolled into dark dusty corner stripped off everything and every meaning.
Boxed in, soundproofed, never understood never misunderstood never invited either uninvited.
Broken damaged dried out mummified scratched extracted fractured balded "imbeciled" deranged unskilled emptied blinded obvious unhappiness.
Bottomless bottom collapsed under my feet.
It's the end of the ends.
I'm flying in spiral dive into merely seconds of this what left.
(Nothing left.)
Because I'm nothing more than me and me is nothing. No one is me and me is no one.
I'm here yet for a while, I will smile. Laugh.
I already laugh inside. This laugh makes me sad and more unhappy.
I know this laugh will explode imploding every little bit of nothingness of me and my life.
A real laugh - the laugh, the only certain physical physiological certainty of this what left of me.
