Footsteps sunken
A strange (sort of) emptiness where I feel like I'm fading away slowly in a photograph. Maybe not a photograph (because that's gross and cheesy), perhaps more like rain running on a clear transparent glass. I am like rain with people, friends, the surroundings, wherever I am or whatever I am doing. Disappearing and re-appearing within seconds. I used to feel an overpowering strength within me of trios that spoke aloud. Lately (or rather gradually), they've diminished tremendously and I find myself unable to read, write, listen or watch. I, however, am just in a state of being. If you ask me if I enjoy this state of being, frankly, I feel nothing towards this supposed happiness, joy or relief. I've grown to knowing the difference between sensitivity and emotionality. Right now, I would say that I could be emotional and I am (almost) completely insenstive. That's probably how my heart's disconnected. If you question how I've gotten to this state (whether or not its deemed as a tragedy), perhaps, I'd know the root of it. However, the question isn't about how it started but more of, how am I going to get out of this rut. Frankly, I am absolutely clueless. So lately, the questions are, "What's wrong with me?", "How do I get out of this?" and "How much longer will I (choose) to be like this?".
If this is read as something relatable to sadness, I assure you that I feel completely fine and alright.
If this is read as something relatable to sadness, I assure you that I feel completely fine and alright.