What would it feel like to delve my fists into the wall, and not feel a thing. Would my heart burst into flames or flowers? Would I gush out blood or glitter?
I’ve always said that I feel nothing. I am numb and I am fine, but my heart is filled with butterflies, and they feel every lie.
I’d never want to stop feeling. Numbness is a dark place, and my heart is so much kinder in the sun.
I’ve never really seen myself smile, or maybe I forgot how. I’ve been stuck in a storm for as long as I remember. Black clouds guide me from above, sometimes I see the sun peak out, but I’m blinded by its path.
So I linger under the darkness, and wonder what it would be like, to be the wall, And not feel a thing, to blend like milk into the blandness of everyone's day, and eventually disappear.