This is an excerpt of thoughts of a character in one of the books I am currently writing.
|The weather isn't better and I don't like it... It's not like a rainy day does wonders to my mood. It was easier before.. Before everything.. Before the old me. The better me, the good me. Now that belongs to a distant time. A time where all the things were in the right places and the heart was where it belonged. Open to love and happiness. Open to the world, open to everyone.|
Now all of that is just a shadow of what it was and I am just a shell. Empty. Devoided of emotions, feelings. Heartless. That's what I have become. I don't have the flame of life in me as I once had.When I look at myself in the mirror, I don't see the passion in my eyes for life anymore. All I see is a weary face, sad eyes with tears welling up, threatning to spill. I've been reduced to this.