Through reflection on recent memories that feel so far gone now,
a terrifying speculation crossed the mind and decided to stay there.
The warm smiles and laughter of excitement.
The servicing of aid, and humbleness of that gratitude.
Who is that?
The prospecting optimism for everyone has vanished from those once bright, now lifeless, eyes.
This soul has abandoned its cold vessel, not planning on rebounding.
It's dead and dark on the inside.
Too numb for caring.
~D
