Dead

Have you ever tried staring intensively at something inert, staring so hard that you hope that by that act of staring and giving it attention and meaning, it comes to life, it moves, it responds to that transference of vitality through the window of the soul. And you are constantly checking on it just to catch the possibility of any signs of change, or of movement. But in the end, even with all that effort and meaningless hope, it is none of the less still dead.