time will tell

You’re missing life are the words I hear. It’s
probably true. The day gone by and a long
nap. Socks, shoes, underwear. No laundry,
sometime. A light stench and heaviness. I’m
in a void not quite despair. Tired. Unsure, a
bit afraid of what’s to come. Searching, but
knowing that no search is real. Waiting, time
will tell. Why, drowned with life, I still feel.