The space around feelings, the implication, the expectation. My mind disconnected from my body, my vessel. Colors, shapes, needs, flowing freely among my limbic system, hushed when brought to my limbs, to my body.
A glass wall stands between me, and my feelings. I don’t choose to be like this, I’d do anything to shatter it.
I don’t know how to fix this, fix me. I wish I could feel, I wish I could remember how I felt in past moments, intensity so divine I could feel cracks in the divider.
My memory, my body, my mind, all fail me. I feel numb, I feel nothing. I am a performance. Please let this be temporary, I have things I’ve wanted to feel for years, I’m feeling them, but I’m not.
I’ve wanted things for so long but now I just can’t.. process anything. This disconnect is agony, I’m so fucking conscious of it, conscious of my wants, my feelings, but I can never remember them, I can never touch them.