What?

Nothing, but this:
Speechless.
In fact, I don't have anything to write...
But I feel like writing.
So, as I'm feeling that way,
I write these non-sense words
As the world is right now:
Unconscious, somehow.
Funny ironic world,
reported with crazy words.
Do these words make any sense to you?
Neither to me.
But, still, the words exist. As the world.
And as all the odd contained in each one.