Desire used to be a fire in my chest. Now it’s a flicker I can’t even name. I watch people chase love, purpose, beauty— And I just… Watch. There’s nothing pulling me forward anymore. No dreams. No hunger. Just routine And a body too stubborn to shut down. People ask what I’m looking forward to. I say “Friday,” But I don’t mean it. Weekends feel like weekdays With less bullshit and pretending. I used to write lists Books I wanted to read Places I wanted to go Songs that I knew all the words to. Now, I make lists like: “Take a shower.” “Don’t forget to eat.” “Just… try.” I miss wanting to live. Miss craving a future That didn’t scare me. But now the idea of tomorrow Just feels like another debt I didn’t ask for. Numbness is a thief. It steals your fire And leaves behind smoke That chokes quietly. You can’t fight what you can’t feel And you can’t heal What doesn’t even ache anymore. I know I’m supposed to care. About something. ...Anything. But all my cares Died in places I was too afraid to revisit. So I just float here— Breathing Because my body forgot how to stop.