I've grown so accustomed to this numbness. It spreads through my body like wildfire consuming dry skin and chapped lips. It overtakes all of me, fills my being from stomach to heart and eventually my mind. It begins to feel like brush on the forest floor, stale and easy to catch but quick to burn up.
Our ship is sinking so quickly. Blink and you miss all the little moments we could have had that you failed to see. Your blindness and My complacency like cannonballs punching holes in our vessel and me in the stomach. You don't even seem to care Captain. We're patching up a sinking ship with bandages but it won't stay afloat.