The TV is on but I have no idea what is happening. I switch it off and sit in darkness with the curtains drawn while the day carries on outside. I wish my mind could be like a television. I wish I could just switch it off. Thoughts roll into each other and cut each other off. The ending of one becomes the beginning of another and therefore no true thought is complete. How can I feel if I cannot think? How can I move forward or backward if I don’t know why I want to do either? I sit still and focus on the sickness I feel in my stomach; how can I be if I am not?