The Border

I can't draw a line between my thoughts and emptiness. They must be one. Where one ends the other begins, I don't know.

The hollowness follows just one step behind you, catching you from time to time. You feel everything or nothing. Too much or too little. No middle ground.

When you ask me how I am doing, I have no idea how to answer.
I dodge,
I laugh,
I fool you.