Finding

Monday, January 12, 2015



I lost my sense of happiness at around 5 years old. Only after it had been stolen. I lost sight of what it felt like smelled like tasted like sounded like. I could no longer see, what I couldn’t feel.  Only what I created it to be. Falseness. Protection. Shielding. Hiding. Caged. A prison within my very own mind. My very own heart. Unable to experience anything that came from deep within. Only surface emotions. I made myself feel; without knowing what it meant to have felt. From that point on, every aspect of my life was based on what I created, not what I simply, WAS.