Writing feelings. Writing depth. The pain and heartache weeping from my frustratingly dry eyes. On this day of celebrating gratefulness and enjoying time with friends and friends who become family, I find myself numbed to the world around me, only observing the warmth around me. It's strange how quickly the feeling goes away when the cracked part of my mind allows the feelings to slip through.
It's pain, but it's the absence of feeling. It's heartache, but lonely abandonment. It's too full to feel, yet absolutely empty. A little laughter frosts the top, sharpening the tips and edges of my sensitivity... maybe I can feel again? After sleep.
Holed away and comforted by solitude, overwhelmed by the love and family. Pleasant fear, familiar and tired. The shivers in the warmth, the silence as the chatter abounds.
And the voices of loved ones on the phone, a little joy in the middle of my tenderness.
I'm grateful.
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