Wake, eat, sleep. wake, eat sleep. A documentation of my current existence. Emotion has become a foreign word to me, Replaced with simply nothingness.
No longer is the red which would burn my body, when I saw him with her, smiling smiles of honey. Gone is the blue, drowning me in her sadness when I thought of all the people who have turned their backs on me decided they were finished with me those who were supposed to love me unconditionally.
"Goodbye" said I to yellow who would drizzle me in her warmth when I veiwed the light shining though the trees as birds sang , voices ringing with her colour.
For now I fly through life on auto-pilot, never stopping to feel the sun kissing my cheeks so sweetly, never stopping to feel the wind nipping my nose so harshly, never stopping to feel.