My internal organs are rotting away at the thought of not knowing. Who I was before? That's what I would like to know. What was I like? Was I loved by others? Or am I still unimportant?
I was fine when I woke up,
I went thru the moment of silence that always attacks us in the mornings.
For a moment, I was in utter peace with myself and with my surroundings.
Yet as I stared at the wall longer I realized that I was utterly misplaced in a world without love. That's when I remembered what had happened. He cared. About me.
And then I couldn't control myself.
So,
He
Stopped.
And, here I remain.
Blue as a rainy day.
