alive

I feel as though I am a ghost, drifitng through this greyscale life, volleying through groups of people who will not even acknowledge my presence. The coldness in my soul aches, my mind longing for warmth; surges of anger bubbling beneath the surface in the growling pits of despair harbouring witihn. Almost consuming me, edging closer and closer to the top, slowly but surely rising for air. Fading away into rigid blue chairs, facing the day of torment. Yet, a ball of sunshine errupted inside; fireworks encompassing my own mind as the knots unfolded and the water came flooding in, bringing vibrant colours and splashes of hope until I felt it. A faint heartbeat within, ME, thawing me out and once again I felt alive.