Where feelings go to die

 After having spent a large part of their life consumed in feelings, one day you wake up bone dry with no emotions. You ask yourself, where do feelings go when they die?

You conclude that maybe the vapours of your youth took them and left you here with absolutely no reside. Wiped clean, like a house guest, that cleaned up well after they left your home. The towels are discarded in the wash basket, the train tickets neatly disposed of in the trash and even the bedding folded in so perfectly, that you'd just have to barely struggle to make them fit into your storage cupboard. It's like your guest never visited, but somewhere you feel that stale aftertaste of wine drunk last night and there's a slight throb in your head, but it's mostly numb - much like you're feelings. You ask, do they make little graves for themselves when they go to die? Does their tombstone read  - here lies her feelings, resting in peace. No revival to the afterworld. Just eternal rest. 

Were the feelings good, you ask? Sure they made her feel alive, she thinks. She felt things when she was in nature, the azure skies brimmed her with hope, the rains splashed down hard on the pavement and that filled her with nostalgia and some sadness. The rains sometimes made her feel alive. But today, the only symbol of her being alive is that she breathes, feeds and excretes. There is no feeling of hopelessness either because then that would mean that she feels despair and that leads to death. No this is what it is like to exist in a vacuum. She asks again, where do feelings go when they die? Do they walk into the forest when its dark, unafraid and do they get consumed by the outpouring of rain?