Numbness

I hate the days I wake disconnected

Unplugged and numb

Back to being an observer of the human condition
Rather than an active participant

My inner eye blinded to the beauty of the world; I hate the harshness of the sun’s light

Every scrape and sound an assault upon my ears; the music of my life
Nothing but a harsh melody fueling my melancholy

I cower in the corner of my mind and hope I have the energy to find my way back to the beauty of the world

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