How does one ever begin to explain something that they have no comprehension of?
How do I begin to explain to the doctors that my blood is still pumping through my veins, yet I am numb-- entirely.
Where do I begin the list of emotions that scatter more along the lines of bipolar than roller coaster?
I am not insane.
I am not bipolar.
I am simply, numb.
My being is at a stop light that never changes; no matter how much I crawl toward it, or honk, I am at a stand still.
I wish so badly that my day did not get ruined by the clouds in the sky, but it always seems to go that way.
I wish that I could look at the moon and feel something besides cold.
I pray that one day I look up to the sun and feel warm again.
This place is lonely-- this place I'm trapped in.
I am not sure how to get the light to change, but I hope to figure it out someday.
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