Bubblewrap

I am floating away in a haze, covered in bubblewrap, emotions bounce off without leaving even the smallest dent.
Oblivion, my soul is vacated.
A tiny part at the back of my brain is trying to make sense out of everything, but this is just impossible, as I am floating in surreal, in unreal, in non-real. But who cares?
My voice is not mine anymore, my thoughts have long gone to be thought by someone else instead. Choice is a strange word.
Emotional armour of bubblewrap, layers and layers of it, surrounding me like a cocoon, spacing me out of the world, of all pain and real feelings. This is not happiness, this is just numbness. Aware of the heart labouring inside my ribcage, but faintly reminiscing of love and longing and hurt and hope, as if remembering a book about somebody else.
The bubblewrap gets thicker and thicker and shuts all senses, wiping off chunks of my life, still a tortured soul but fine with the idea.