mehfooz

mehfooz. people on telly were discussing the connotations of the word and i thought it neatly captures my life at the moment. but then i see a young girl has walked out on life. everyone else's and her's.
a stranger's death shouldn't matter.
how much tired do you have to be? how much alone do you have to be? how much scared do you have to be?
or maybe the question should be how much more. when do the existential blues cease to be just so?