Enough!
These feelings are murderers, stabbing your wounds repeatedly.
You screamed,"Can't you see I'm already hurting? Stop it!"
The words echoed into the cold air and dissipated.
The feelings adamant to stay.

Void.
Sometimes don't you wish you were void of feelings?
At the very least, nothing demeans you. Nothing can touch you.
You just remain where you are, in that stillness.

Once upon a time,
I thought about this. Long and hard.
I thought I was right.

But.

Tapping your feet
to the beat.
Getting up to dance 'cause you feel like it.
Dreaming. You can only go as far as this will take you.
So I dream big. When the emptyness comes thumping against my heart,
there's this list in my mind, most of them left unchecked.
I can't not feel.
These things, these things are waiting for me to be fulfilled.
Love.
That's the sucker.
A love-hate relationship with it. Between friends, between someone special.
Despite the countless scars, something inside reaches out, and you love.
Some say happiness is a yuppie word. So I say Joy.
That's a tough one.
But you know that it brings you through all that stabbing and late-night tears.

Void.
Sometimes don't you wish you were void of feelings?
At the very least, nothing demeans you. Nothing can touch you.
You just remain where you are, in that stillness.
In that stillness, there's no condemnation. There's no hurt. There's no sadness.
But you can't love. You can't dream. Dance you don't.
Joy's a foreign word.
The gentle breeze passes you like you were like a wrecked up bottle.
The laughter don't catch you turning. You lay still.
So everyone's running, chasing butterflies and dreams, urging you to come forth.
But you don't move an inch. Stillness.

I thought about this. Long and hard.
I choose to feel.
So someone sneaks in once in a while and throws a dagger.
But at least, I love,dream,laugh,run,dance,feel and am delirious.