lack of passion

so that I have lost the passion. cannot feel anything - positive, nor negative. just boredom. just exaustion. horrible prediction that it will be up to the very end. if it changes, I will find happiness.

once upon a time there was a girl who lost her passion of life. she woke up in the beautiful, sunny morning and felt nothing. she saw a smile on faces of her people but she could not have found the origin of her emptiness. she was unable to create any grimace, any gesture. she had power over her body, she knew that if she wanted, she could move as a human being was used to doing. therefore it was not phisical unability. problably she lost the connection between her thought and outdoor reality. maybe she could not find herself on the earth, among others. it was painful loneliness that she felt very deeply in her heart. on the surface of her, there was any sign of life. it was cold and absent. her eyes focused on the farthest region of human perception. no emotion in her nerves. however, death was visiting opposite lands and had no aim to arrive then. she called her names in vain, death was not interested in. the girl stood up and started going. days passed and she was going straight on, missing her everyday problems, relationships, needs and dreams. there was no gate, no evacuation, no escape. only a road of thoughts in front of her, spiral, straight, sometimes sharp and dangerous, sometimes mild and fragrant with life and joy. she could not feel anything about her way. kept going, so cold, unconcerned and uninterested. she was observed by the angel of brightness whose eyes were full of sorrow. he was not able to touch her. she would stop and never find her way out. there was the hope in this darkness of her life. if keep going, there was a shine of possibility to enter the way to something. the gate of the labirint of hoplessness and nothing.
do not stop her on the way - add your hope to the thought of bright angel.