#mysstory

Intermittently I pretend day after day that I'm okay. I've mastered the art of deception that even I have deceived myself. But the truth is my world couldn't be more perplexed than it ever was, my heart has never felt more abounding than it's ever been.  I feel the many joys in my life decreasing, how the things that once gave light to my eyes are just nothing but a little flicker of a light on a cold winter day. I've lost it, I've lost the things that once had meaning now I no longer know the definition of the exuberance I used to feel when I had a good day. I no longer speak the diction of the happy hyper lass who used to fill the world with her loud laughs. I no longer see the world the way my eyes once did, It's all just gotten so opaque that not even any version of a light could ever clear up the foggy skies of my life. I guess this is what it feels then huh?