An ode to nothing. As I feel no need to celebrate anything. There is no happiness in living each day trying to find it. Just emptiness, numb, nothing. There is no person to attribute too. I am a skeleton wearing my skin as a coat. I am not even a human. I am a figment of my own imagination. I can make myself into whatever I want, but there is nothing I want. So, I stay stagnant in time. The mind of a girl who was 16 when everything was taken from me. When I am frozen in time, when I stay the same mentally as my body ages under the weight of my mind, will you remember me? Or will I fade away to(o) (nothing)...