The world is turning, outside my window. Leaves gently blow in the wind as it howls. Cars moving going filled with people going places they have to be. Passers by smile and laugh with their friends unaware, unaware that on the other side of the window I lay here numb under this intense anaesthetic. My body weak unable to move, I'm trying to fight to move as freely as things on the other side of the window, but I can't. I'm so numb and I have always been this way. This anaesthetic is a natural toxin in my body. One day soon perhaps the numbness will fade, perhaps I'll be able to freely move onto the other side. Not of the window. But of life.
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Ryan's Poetic Collection (HEARTBREAK AND HEALING)
PoezjaA selection of poetic pieces of writing about emotions.
