Muffler

There is a muffler between me and the real world,
like the grey clouds here,
engulfing me,
and preventing me from feeling anything that I should.

I am no longer excited by any new experience,
curious of anything.

Just counting the days that go by,
with no interest.

Maybe I need love.

When I can share intimacy with another being,
curl in bed with someone,
share a bath,
talk to,
maybe then I will feel fully alive.