Sunday, September 4, 2011

Going Through The Motions

I pinch myself to feel.

Anything?

Nope, nothing today

Heartless, calloused

Deadened to anything that might want a piece of my life

Insensitive to any being that cares about my wellbeing

Sensations go unnoticed

Anesthetized

Covered with bruises,

Black and blue,

Purple and yellow

Each one a reminder

Each equivalent of a vanished day,

Numb to the thought of love


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