How I feel every time I get the thought of losing the love of my life. |
| I wake up and stretch my arms. I hear the relieving pop in my joints, however I do not feel it. I also notice the sunrise coming to view, and I reach out to it, blocking my eyes. Seeing beauty in its perfect form in nature, but my lips still stay stiff. They don't tug or curve into a smile. Could I not be happy? Does this not satisfy me? The sunshine dances across the palm of my hand, but I do not feel the warmth. I go closer to the window full of light, letting it cover my whole body like a warm blanket, protecting me from the chills... and I still don't feel it. I still cannot feel it-- Why can't I feel it?! Why can't I feel anything?! Oh... Yes... The thought of not knowing what to do, feeling like I'm at a dead end. Fearing what I hold onto most with my life might slip from my skinny, little hands. The dreams of that shining moon no longer shining. Then I thought... No longer shining for me? That's when the world froze in fear; Just like me. I froze so cold, I went completely... Numb. |