I don’t paint anymore.
I don’t go outside.
I don’t look outside.
I don’t read.
I don’t write (as much as I use to).
I don’t meditate.
I don’t listen to music.
I don’t make videos.
I don’t chat with my family or friends.
I don’t think.
I don’t see colors when I close my eyes.
I don’t remember.
I don’t imagine or dream.
I don’t hope.
I don’t move.
I don’t feel (or I try desperately not to)

I am turning to stone.