All that I am

If a metaphor could express how I feel right now, I guess I would say I feel fucked. Multiple times. No pleasure. No pain. Just numb. I feel numb. I am numb. I am not pleasure. I am not pain. I am numb. I am busy. I am slow. I am in a constant state of going nowhere. I am going everywhere. I am everywhere. I am nowhere. I am sacrificing. I am selfish. I am greedy. I am generous. I help to feel full. I give to take. I refrain to go ahead. I whisper under my breath like I am screaming. I live to die. I die to live. I am nothing. I am everything. I am dominant. I am subordinate. I am inferior. I am superior. I take her. I am taken by her. I feel her inside. I go inside. I breathe to exhale. I exhale to breathe. I eat to shit. I shit to eat. I walk to get there. I get there to walk back again. I write to erase. I erase to write again. I call to hang up. I hang up to call tomorrow. I leave to return. I return to leave this morning. I am. I am not. I am godly. I am evil. I am good. I am bad. I am all that exists in between. The only consistency exists in my love. It may move through, between, in, out, and all over, but I do love. I love.