I think I am a bit sad, but if sadness was a scale I would not be able to place it; this cannot be confined to numbers.
I tried counting my tears but I lost count. I tried counting my scars, but they are fading and I started to panic. I counted my ribs instead, I think I am missing one. Maybe if I count the cells in my body I will fall asleep, maybe if I time how long it takes me to bleed to death then perhaps I will be able to understand what is wrong with me and have fixed it simultaneously.