Historias de Emotionalnumbness

She was the daughter of his enemy. He was a man fueled by rage, obsession, and darkness. She was broken, numb from past horrors. And the baby... only she could calm him. In the same house, the same room, with enemies lurking and danger at every corner, their lives intertwined in fear, obsession, and unspoken desire. How long before walls of ice and fire collide?

My prelude

A poem(s) about survival.

In the chilling streets of Edinburgh, Kalynda walks the thin line between existence and oblivion. She feels the world but remains untouched by it-immune to the cold, indifferent to the emotions that grip others. A silent observer of life, she finds fleeting solace in the scent of old books, the warmth of coffee, and the haunting whispers of the dark woods. But as she ventures deeper into the shadows, something-someone-is watching. A presence lurks beyond the frost-laced trees, drawing her toward a fate she never anticipated. Is she running from the world, or is the world closing in on her? And when the line between life and death blurs, will she embrace the darkness or fight to escape the inevitable? "Death Sentence" is a haunting psychological thriller infused with raw emotions, poetic melancholy, and a touch of existential horror. Perfect for readers who crave introspective narratives and atmospheric storytelling. "Will love win or will Death take control?"

-alexithymia/əˌlɛksɪˈθʌɪmɪə/ - the inability to recognize or describe one's own emotions. Younghyun just can't feel any emotions at all. His emotional numbness lasts too long for a point he can't really remember how emotions and passion taste. Even though, there is a person who wants to wake up vibrancy in a younger's dull mind. But, can Jae bring back the sweet old boy that left many years ago already? Can Jae bring brightness and saturation that ever belonged to another boy? © _vvviolet "Everything is grey His hair, his smoke, his dreams. And now he's so devoid of color, he don't know what it means. But he's blue"

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Ugh, everything just feels so... meh. Like, I'm just going through the motions, you know? Nothing really excites me anymore. I'm just a empty shell of my former self, wandering aimlessly, trying to find something, anything, that sparks joy. But it's all just a dull, gray haze. Even things I used to love feel like a chore. I'm just so... done. With everything. 😮‍💨

This poem captures the haunting truth of a generation tangled in illusions of love where affection is performative, commitment is conditional, and emotional dependency is disguised as devotion. It speaks to the overthinkers, the romantics who love too quickly, and the broken who confuse comfort for connection. It's not just a poem it's a mirror held up to modern love, false security, and our need to be needed, even when it costs us ourselves.