Jelly Brain

You're not even trying to create structure in your head anymore. Everything looks like jelly, some pieces. Pieces of anxiety, depression, memories of happiness. That it once was. That you once felt alive. But not now. You don't feel good and you don't feel bad. You don't care. You don't have a name. You never existed. You are not a computer, you are the electricity that turns it on. Your battery is dead. There's no way back? These fragments, if you put them together, maybe you'll find the answer. Or not. You have to open one of the doors. Step through it and something will happen. But you're in the hallway. For years now. You're not afraid to open the door, you just don't feel anything anymore. Or do you?