Overwhelming sense of numbing to say the least which normally may take to a state of no redemption. Along the way cursing heavens and self for the rushing stupidity that had engulfed the senses. Next would have been nothing less than a good retaliation at whatever caused it just so to feel some sort of momentary relief. Hating everything in the way knowing that there is nothing else above the world other than what is current and within reach. The sky may change to day and night yet it is not exactly the welcome change longed for. What is there left to change anyway? What little remnants is there to cling to? Dare to believe there is none? More likely removed of worth and tangibility yet still existing. Only one thing to say. “It’ll pass”.