Brick by Brick
Have you ever accidentally touched boiling hot water?
At first, the pain hits you
like a thousand bricks,
practically melting off your skin.
While experiencing such excruciating pain,
the spot burned suddenly starts to tingle.
The water is so incredibly hot that it almost
feels cold.
This is the only way I can think to describe my state of being.
As an emotional human being, feelings are often amplified inside of me.
Because of this, I’m probably the most empathetic person you will ever meet,
and it’s a blessing
and a curse.
Every feeling piles up inside of me,
brick by brick,
building the heaviest of walls,
separating my heart and mind.
My emotions are so incredibly heavy that they almost
feel weightless
I feel so much that I almost
feel nothing.
That brick wall gets bashed down by the
numbness that floods my soul,
leaving me to merely float
through life.
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