saturday may 29, 2010

it feels like thousand knives stabbed in your chest
it feels like chains which are locking your neck
it feels like bricks thrown hard in your stomache

it is waking up in the night sweating and crying
it is waking up in the morning vomiting of stress

it is looking without seeing
it is smelling without scent
it is excisting without living

it is being uncomplete
it is breaking piece by piece
it is drying up till dust

it is missing

~sev