When you just can't talk
or feel anything anymore.
Not even tears or tempers
could release a sound.
A place where you don't exist.
Except you hear yourself breathing,
so you hold your breath, silence
is overwhelming and quiet.
Humble wasn't such a bad place
no expectations, no desires.
Nothing to question, no need to fulfill.
To want of nothingness, yet still existing.
Looking down at your feet, and see them.
Not invisible and walking nowhere.
Doc said, there was joy in just being.
So this is being, and I laughed.