Anaesthesia

Comfortably numb from the disillusionment of human emotion, beguiled by the perception of what should be, resolute only in the confines of your tiny world. Comfortably numb from vexation, joy, surprise, love, fear. So numb you are not certain how to fake those emotions you once knew. It is the season of your discontentment of this putrid life you have made for yourself; unaware of when it got to that point.

But you are still left with hope, that intangible saving grace of everything that can go wrong and eventually does. Your tomorrow starts today and for the first time in as long as you can recall you feel. You feel fear, fear of what lies ahead, fear of returning to the numbness, but you have been in this desolate place for so long that any emotion is welcomed.