Alexithymia
by solar-hugs-and-lunar-kisses
I think I am more than what the average person may be able to handle
I am loud and I am content, bright and forever moving even when time may stand still
And I am soft and I am kind, quiet and sitting lonely with thoughts considered exceptional
I am the heavy wind that tickles your nose and makes you run after your favourite beanie
And I am the soft droplets of rain that wets your hair and calms your soul, slowly
I am the bright lights that flash against your thoughts in a crowd filled with noise
And I am the ancient pearls your gran gifted that leaves your heart filled with poise
I am the cold coffee with extra sugar that you always make but never drink
And I am the gulps of laughter you swallow hot as you kiss her on the kitchen sink
I am the crumpled pieces of paper filled with incomplete sentences, thrown across your room
And I am the blue droplets of paint in your framed painting of tulips in bloom
I am the extra change in coins that you never use, the ones you throw across your car
And I am the notes found in your favourite song, the one that lets you feel as if your body is a star
I am the blood stained kitchen floor that makes you scream as you remember the night’s events
And I am the crisp smell of lilies that you lay on your white sheets to give off your favourite scents.
I am the emergency room at midnight, when a 15 year old boy is brought in with a face not considered his own
And I am the wedding chapel at 2pm, filled with blushing hope and displays of affection allowed to be shown
I am the end of the galaxy where chaos mixes with beauty and only destruction can be created
And I am the beginning of the universe filled elements and light in which life is celebrated
**I am so, so much. Perhaps too much, perhaps everything
But I shall continue to be nothing
Until I can feel something.**