Nothing, I feel nothing but I hear everything. The murmurs of students and the lectures of a teacher. I can hear the trust being broke and the secrets being spilled. The weight of my head grows with all of this noise. It is just words, in one ear and out the other. The loudest noises are my own thoughts. Fighting with all of the other words I hear. It is not that I hear them all, it is that I can feel them. In what I write or what I say. It is a never ending loop of a nothing that is everything.