A random thought

What is the world like without love or feelings? Cold. Empty. Humidifying. Tiring. Aching. Who gave me the answers? I did myself. Often in the past, I had wondered if it is possible to lose all my friends. The answer took the form of more than mere words. BUt that of the most despairing feelings. Recently, I had realised the transformation. I was talking more, but making less sense. I was talking too much to people who did not care. Trying to pour out all the bottled up emotions and stress. But the more I tried to let the world know, the more I realised that I am trapped. Trapped by emptiness, by isolation. I often laugh. USing laughter to mask this deep sense of destitute. I guess I am getting infinitely poor.