Unknown Feelings
There’s something bitter bleeding inside me and I can’t quite place the pain. I can feel it seeping through the cracks of my body, filling in the stretch marks that decorate my skin. Everything hurts and I can’t figure out where one pain starts and another ends. And what’s worse, is I don’t know what exactly is bleeding. It seems too cold to be blood but warm enough not to be water. Suppose it’s pain in a liquid form, and that’s what I’m experiencing? I hate these unknown feelings.
Unless, there’s a reason for unknown feelings?
There’s something kind blooming where my heart is and I can’t quite place it. Every time I see someone smile at me, the blooming just grows and I feel my body brighten. Only when things like this happen it seems as though the day grows shorter, whispering in my ears that ‘eternity’ and ‘joy’ is simply an illusion. How we’re not meant to be happy forever, cause that would make life too easy. Suppose the blooming is a flower inside my body, and that’s what I’m experiencing? I hate these unknown feelings.
Unless, there’s a reason for unknown feelings?
There’s nothing within me, I feel almost, empty and I can’t quite place the name. Its as if I’m not all right there at the moment, but instead justing standing in the middle of a memory. There’s apparently liters of things inside me, but that’s only scientifically. My brain seems lost as my body seems numb and my heart slightly slowing. Perhaps there’s a reason for my nonexistent presence even though I’m still lingering in the same place I’ve been in for the past few minutes. Suppose the emptiness is simply my self restarting, and that’s what I’m experiencing? I hate these unknown feelings.
Unless, there’s a reason for unknown feelings?