I feel.

I feel hungry, yet I am full.

I feel happy, yet I am crying.

I feel hope, yet I am in the pits if despair.

I feel surrounded, yet I am alone.

I feel big, yet I am small in this world.

I have hopes and dreams, yet I am forgetting them all.

Except one, one dream is staying.

One of fear and loss, one of depressing deaths.

One of mystery, and burdened.