Rambling for 5 minutes

I wait for my head to take over but it never happens. I light up a cigarette and as I inhale, I feel all the joy in the world. I try to recall the last time I've felt anything at all.

"What am I thinking?" I say, and for the first time in a long while, I have no answer. It's great not to think. It's great not to burden my mind with ideas and speculations that essentially have no meaning.

"What am I feeling?" I say. I feel life. I feel all the wonders of the world fading in and fading out around me. I feel the peace fall upon my palm like a vague memory from my childhood. I feel my dreams resonate in my heart like the sound of a perfect word. I feel. I feel. I feel.

I feel that I am.