Paradoxos

I do not feel cold or heat
I can not stand, sit or lie down
Phone does not ring, email only charges for advertising
I do not concentrate to read
Television only brings stories of a different world
Everything makes me think about you...
I can not stand being with people but I need them.
I feel empty but full of thoughts and feelings ...
I'm tired of driving aimlessly
I can not believe but I want to believe.
This is not my world nor time
But it is in them that I have to live ...
My brain does not stop
I can not sleep, but it's hard to stay awake
In a torment of nightmares, doubts and anxieties
I want to fight and I want to give up.
I want to believe, to dream ...
The hours, the days, the weeks, the months run
In a vortex of lost times ...
Where is my Ariadne thread?
where is my place in the world?