Taste of Me

'x'

X. 

X is the only thing I feel. When I think of the letter 'x' I think about how odd it is because it so infrequently used. I can sympathize with 'x' because it is very odd for me to feel nothing but everything at the same time. You see, last week I was the happiest person I have ever seen myself be. Part of it was because of him, but also because there were so many things to be happy about. But last night I had a dream. It was kind of odd but he was in it and so was I. Things were picking up and that's when I heard the alarm. I realized that I wasn't in his arms and he wasn't in mine. I pressed snooze and went back to sleep. When I woke up to go about my day, I felt nothing but thirst and hunger. When I was in the car, one of my favorite songs came on and I didn't even sing it. I  knew something was wrong and I didn't like it. I wanted the happy person back, not the person that could only feel two things; so I felt everything. I could feel  the weights being piled back on. I went through my day internationally struggling and nobody knew but me. I find it sad how some people can be sad and nobody even notices.