feel like to do nothing

nothing to say
nothing to talk
nothing to act
nothing to write
nothing to type
nothing to cry
nothing to smile
nothing to laugh
nothing to comment
nothing to angry
nothing to feel
all is nothing
there are so many meaningless things exist in our word...
I'm fed up
I want to run away
Run to a corner that belong to myself
Run to a place that full of my hope
Run to a palace, where I was a princess
Run to a kingdom, Where I can relax
Run to a world, where I can create and own whatever I want
But...these are not I want
I just want...
Run to home...my home, sweet home.