Calm,
a peaceful blanket
that has settled over me.
It feels unusual,
it feels different.
My mind isn't racing,
my breathing is fine.
My emotions are a blank,
my world is bathed in color.
I no longer see so black and white,
I no longer feel what I felt before.
I'm calm.
But I'm also empty.
A/N: This started off as a more positive poem...and then ended with a negative line XD
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