My heart feels blocked, my fingers unable to unlock its doors. Perhaps time moves too fast for it to be processed. Or maybe this icy chill has crept in through my thick curtains and made its home in my chest. My heart, my mind are numb. Where are you emotions? Where are you poems? The words donβt pour out anymore, Iβve seemed to have lost my voice or maybe Iβve gotten used to being silenced.