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musings on emotion
Feels as if I'm falling.
the void has opened to accept the burden of consciousness,
and words, thought, expresion,
my release from reality and the final expression of my soul have been stripped away.
In a way, its almost welcome.
the emptiness that I remember and had embraced form a cold blanket
abrasive and uncomfortable,
but familiar and welcome.
Its the final retreat from the tattered front that my eyes expose to be real
and yet its far away and out of my grasp,
while being close, warm and filled with life
a stark contrast to my blank facade,
I feel as if I could fall from the pedestal that I have created.
the edifice that represents my separation from those around me,
and my simultaneous acceptance
its, not a place, or state of mind,
Its a smile, an embrace,
its the look that I know all too well,
yet all too little,
and its the one thing I'm afraid of losing
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