Fading, Suffocating

I feel like I’m suffocating. This air I’m breathing in and out is hot and thick and heavy; like a burden to these lungs. No energy, lifeless, listless. Not going anywhere, feeling dead. Maybe it’s just this time of day. Maybe it’s just this month, this year. These days plod on wearily and my eyes are red with watching. My heart isn’t mourning, it’s just not awake. The robins are singing and I’d usually follow them, but I can’t stand, and I can’t think. I’m walking dead, I’m fading.