An overwhelming unsatiable desire for nothing. A vice upon the heart slowly compressing. Knowing to pass Monday’s exam you must study, but lacking adrenaline, anxiety, joy, sadness. I’d explain the feeling but there’s nothing to describe. The stripping of emotion leaves a blank canvas I’m too tired to paint. You tell me I’m not going, the next day I am. Then right back around. You’ve taken my emotions, fashioned them into a yo-yo, and wreaked havoc upon my heart. In time the bruises will heal, but if we go I pray the numbness wears, because at Hajj, I long to feel.