A Small Paragraph on Life
I feel numb. I cannot describe it in any other way. I would be sad, but I just can’t feel it. It feels like I’m looking into a room, from a frosted glass window. I can see the blurred images of what is inside, but I can’t quite get there. I can’t see the details, or figure out what exactly is happening. It’s been a struggle to even summon up the proper wording to explain how I feel. I’ve been misunderstood and it’s especially disheartening because I am a writer. I need to feel, to explain everything I can see with my language. It’s painful. I now pose a question. Is this just life?












