I start to feel numb, as if the glaciers melting in my veins, My head hurts as the inflated nerves choke my throat, I am drained while my lungs try to match the beat of my heart, I swiftly lose control of my body as the senses switch out.
I have become inexpressible with my complex emotions, I cannot get my mind to accept That I hardly understand people now, The sole vicious art that I was truly proud off. The lies are laid out like carcasses that I can't meet my eyes with, Why did I have to suffer again and again with the same kind of story? Maybe because I did not learn from any.
Can it not be simpler for once? Perhaps it can! Maybe I'll wait this time till the storm calms down, Maybe I'll stay in, till the sun comes out, Maybe then, I'll resume my journey afresh, This time, I'll not look for companionship but wait, Go on till someone's intrigued by my journey, Till someone is intimidated by the euphoria in my eyes, Wait for the perfect story to happen and not try to fabricate it- In my head.
I just feel too much to pen down. Here's a baby step.