How I feel every time I get the thought of losing the love of my life.
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...