rantings
Can't name the feeling- 1. There's a different pathway for this process Unexplained by the anatomy that I know. It starts at the pit of the stomach, Moves to the chest tightening it, Forms a lump in the throat and gets stuck there. The lump stays there uncomfortable It doesn't know what next. 2. There's a shadow hidden within me. It's dark, emaciated, two dimensional, with shabby hair and ragged clothes. Just a silhoutte. It writhes, whines in silent cries, pulls it's hair with both the hands. It so desperately wants to scream aloud and come out of the prison that is my body. But it can't. 3. Then there are times when there's nothing. No feeling, no yearning, nothing tastes good, no desire to own anything, no energy to move even an inch, no motivation, no love. Even if I let my mind wander, it knows no place to go. Its then that I feel like vanishing. I wish for Thanos' snap so that I vanish into thin air. I hear Prof Sluggerhorn saying - Poof. I...