Typical Feelings

I wake up beneath the weight of absence,  
a hollow space where meaning should be.  
The air is heavy today, thick with silence,  
every breath feels undeserved.  
   
I move through the day feeling like a ghost,  
Invisible even to myself.  
Each step teaming with doubt.  
   
Every smooth surface reflects a stranger,  
a face i do not recognize, my eyes searching for something, anything to anchor this drifting shell.  
   
I am both here and not,  
a body that moves without purpose,  
a pathetic NPC unraveling.  
   
But somewhere far beyond my brain fog,  
there must be a place where worth is not  
a question, or feeling of weight.    
Then i realize it's just a Monday.