Perfectly Preserved

Everything has become wrapped in plastic, separated from me. 

I touch things, but I can't feel them.

I look at things, but I can't see them.

I eat things, but I can't taste them.

All I feel is plastic; all I see is plastic; all I taste is plastic.

Everything is staying as it once was, preserved by my memories. But I only artificially interact with it; there is no connection- no way to really sense the world around me. 

I reach out, but the world has become senseless.

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I have become wrapped in plastic, separated from the world. 

I touch things, but I don't feel them.

I look at things, but I don't see them.

I eat things, but I don't taste them.

All I feel is plastic; all I see is plastic; all I taste is plastic.

I am trying to keep everything as it once was, preserved by my memories. But things change with my interaction, so I retreat into my wrapping- afraid to make connection. Afraid to really sense the world around me.

The world reaches out, but I have become senseless.