There lies an empty heart.

I feel the day's warmth on my skin and I hear the wind over my ears. I smell the earth and taste its air.

I am at the center of my world and at the center of myself I feel my heart. But I cannot feel it beat. It lays in the dark within me, and I am surrounded by the warmth of my life. Yet it does not beat.

I hold this cup upright. Will the rain fill it? Clouds travel overhead and douse me in new life. But this cup remains empty.

We cheers to old thoughts that bring new happiness. Pour yourself too, but I remain empty.

The room where I leave my comfort, and my comfort waits for me. Filled with times passed and plans for tomorrow. It's emptiness walls me in.

My words are compassion and relation. Speaking truthfully, but the words lie. Do I sound hollow?

My thoughts end and energy is pulled from beneath my feet. Effort has gone and senses muted. Sounds are nothing but. The resonance that tied me to understanding has gone still.

Laughing. Laughing. Laughing. It is funny, no? My heart jumps but does not bounce. It rolls but is stopped. It knows light yet stays cold.

I miss the numb.