rambled thoughts

to say that i am empty is to accept that i have been robbed of myself...blindfolded, bound in my sleep while i was dreaming of tomorrows...but empty is what i am. so i sit here, of sound mind, and confirm mentally what i have emotionally lacked.  And physically....physically i have hunched in ache.  an ache that has no resloution.  my prognosis unknown because no one has ever seen this kind of hurt before. in a way comforting, it hasn't solely confused me, i am not alone in the mystery of why and how.  i have nothing holding my thoughts together to make sense of it.  i scramble for what does not exist and pray for clarity.  im waiting...