my chest tightens; the wind is gone.
everything is still.
time moves past, drifting softly through me;
i feel nothing while observing everything.
emptiness consumes me;
staring deeply into the unknown waiting for something, someone, to jar me back to into this life.
this is real, this wrinkle. it effects me like nothing before.
And so i sit... in silence, overwhelmed with the unknown, the past, the future.
such small moments, such extensive impact.
Wow, that is beautiful and describes exactly how I'm feeling right now, too. Its like I'm merely existing rather than truly living, and I haven't found the way out of the darkness yet. Will it be someone or something? Who knows, but hopefully my therapist helps! Haha =/.
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