Feel :: May 21, 04:39 PM

This is what they want you to believe. That heartache and broken dreams are the worst pains imaginable. That loneliness is hell. That helplessness is torture. That betrayal is anguish.

They, who have always felt, who have never known the pains of not feeling. Of not being able to taste candy. Of not feeling the cold of night air, the stickiness of sweat, or the warmth of sunlight. Of not sleeping or dreaming. Of not being tired from lack of sleep. Of tripping fifty times a day because you could not feel the ground, and not feeling the fifty bruises from falling. Of nearly suffocating on mucus because you didn’t know to cough. Of cutting off one’s own finger and not realizing it until the next day. Of looking at a pretty girl and feeling no longing. Of going to church and not feeling God. Of not being able to be happy. Or sad. Or angry. Or lonely. Of not knowing love. Of not knowing the lack of it.

Of having known these feelings in the past.

This is the pain of not feeling, of living a life of nothing.

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