Lake of liquid steel
Rain-slick jewels run bloody in the street
Not comfortably so, no,
Far from it.
I feel numb in the way that you can walk on and on not really knowing or caring where to. A sentiment that is far from the long and warm wandering of summers gone by
I feel numb in the way that light is now always too bright, too dull. Colors explode in the waters below me. I’m in awe of the headaches they bring on.
I feel numb in the way that songs die in your throat, inspiration spreading thin over the din of voices crowding your thoughts. I drive on. Choked by sound.
I feel numb in the way that people have been so, so draining to me. Constantly in a state of instability, unwilling to be with company, yet dreading the way home. Not wanting to be alone.
I’m forced, I find, to fervently speak my mind.
I cannot be silent anymore, but I have to ask myself,
Who is this all for?