Dreamland, a thoughtless state of mind, nothing to think about, nothing to talk  about, very much stoic, detached from all kinds of emotions, no feeling of empathy  any more, things do move around but I stay standstill, absolutely numbed, thoughts do come and go by but never allowed to stay, no joy, no despair, no regrets, just walk, walk alone on the road less traveled. It is perhaps the sweetness of sorrow that has no kinship with misery or distress and that's where the soul finds the keenest delight