Numb. I never really knew what it felt like to feel numb. I truthfully thought it was when you would get pins and needles in your leg or when you get punched and your arm goes numb. I guess I was wrong. Starting at my ceiling, I realise this now. I was no naive that I thought this feeling never could I
exist within my soul but even feeling it now is difficult to apprehend. A human being with a mind full off interlocking strings of imagination and intelligence lacking in any sense of emotion. This thought is beyond me and I can't believe that I'm in this state. I can't believe that I let myself become this thing I don't even recognise as who I am or who I once was.
I'm numb.
This ceiling of mine, although rather blank, is covered in my thoughts and feelings but I'm far too small to reach and every time a thread gets close, even just a loose end, my arms seem to fail to reach for it.
They're numb.
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Numb
Ficção GeralI never really knew what it felt like to feel numb. I truthfully thought it was when you would get pins and needles in your leg or when you get punched and your arm goes numb. I guess I was wrong. Starting at my ceiling, I realise this now.
