Why do we hear the birds on the tree chirping but we cannot see the air around us?
Why do we skip a beat when someone lays their eyes on us?
Why does one have to feel to know what it’s like? To smash their own self and break what’s left inside?
Why does sympathy win over empathy in our minds?
It took me years to realize, when my heart was broken
With my own hands, cause his touch was his body and not his eyes
It’s too late for me to lift myself and walk away,
As if nothing happened ever, I don’t have anything to give away
My body feels stiff, I know I am breathing
I cannot sense much, I’m acting receptive
My brain gave up on me and I lost my track
Numb is all I am, though you see me get back……..
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