It feels good,
When you feel nothing.
The monstrous beast of emotions
Which devoured me

It’s quite, the sun is
Passionless, cold.
The water in the bath is inconsolable,
The food tastes unvaried everyday.
There is neither excitement in waking
up early in the morning,
Nor in staying awake late at night.

Sleep is an intoxication,
The dulling of senses,
Until duty blows the horn.

The world is hebetudinous ,
Tedious this life!
Meeting everyone is charming.
Not encountering anyone is equally pleasing.
Eating or not, sleeping or not, drinking or not, living or not.

This world is dessicated .
Should I fall in love again ?
Perhaps not.