Purgatory within

Wading in the lukewarm waters of apathy
neither able to feel the warmth of the sun
or the cold waters of depression.
It is a fog.
Unable to move
speak
breathe
think
talk
and most certainly not love.
It is pleasantly disguised indifference.
Hands stretch out
just out of reach.
White
lack of color
lack of anything and everything.
Try to swim away, they dare you.
You reflect on your lack of being.
You realize something is better than nothing
sink down, down into the blue.