Sometimes I start to feel....


normal? again.

                                                                          And I begin to think of re(emergence).

But its a mask, a good fake.
a skill I'm not capable of

___________(feeling)____­_______

Fearing one day I will,
wake up too late.

                                     To change.
                                     To live.
                                     To be.

(suchas)

But I'm afraid that my vulnerable heart encasing itself so deftly has served as a prison and my capability to feel has dried and flaked away.