Schizoid

The colors are fading away, the voices are barely there. No more sadness, no more joy. Just a big block of "blah". In my bubble I hear no one, I see nothing, feelings do not exist.

The fog is thick sometimes and I drown inside it. For hours... days. An occasional event snaps me back to reality and I sense nothing as the bubble claws me back in. I do not fight it, I don't want to, or do I?

The world is a blur, flashing as I watch it race by. I want to scream, but I know I won't, why should I? The world doesn't welcome a cold heart.


-- Schizoid









* This is my first piece on this website. Comments are welcome.