i look into the normally full sky: 

nothing.

i feel nothing,

see nothing,

hear nothing.

my thoughts cloud my vision.

will i ever feel the wind on my skin again?

will i ever see the rays of sunshine again?

will music ever penetrate this foggy facade?

the blue sky my eyes are used to is absent:

no clouds, 

no birds,

no sun.

the chirping is gone,

along with the rush of civilization.

the absence of everything, means

nothing.