Sadness

The sun doesn’t shine that bright for me anymore. If birds still chirp in the mornings, I don’t hear them. My favorite desserts no longer taste the same. The world has become dull and bland for me. I can’t feel. I can’t think. Even a half hearted smile takes a monstrous effort to finally accomplish. When I write, the words that finally fall from my thoughts seem to lack passion or purpose. I’ve become a soldier consumed by a civil war, a gifted doctor trapped in a morgue. At some point I’m sure I will escape this depression. At some point my wounded heart will heal. Until then, until that moment sneaks up behind me and remodels my reality, I remain a slave to numbness--unable to truly feel anything. I am sad and I need a hug.