Numb

As the time flew by, the plastic never ceased to feel broken. Shards scattered across the floor of memories and dictated a false sense of reality. A hope, a promise, and a wish fulfilled with such rare ease as splitting a knife through butter. Yet, there was no satisfaction. No nauseating burst of thrill or clarity of mind for the future. There was only duty and a fog that lifted one foot after the other and tap danced forward in time. Friends reached out with gentle pats and family eagerly tried on their new wares. The only shred of life that heaved through the wall of smoke was a queer panicked feeling of free falling that was purposely displaced with ignorant bliss.

The numbness persisted passed the point of no return. With each beat of a fresh heart came a radiant slash of pain that shook each atom to it's core. Again, again, again. The agony sewed shut the lip's scream for silence. Each pulse a reminder that there was no option of flight, only fight. Hours upon hours elapsed where the months of hope, betrayal, ecstacy, doom, and boredom, which had all been withheld, finally exploded in a moment. The twisting, churning presence of the future emerged, followed by a sudden release. Relief. A burden lifted. The numbness, the absence of life, it all disapated.

Cries; tears of joy shrieked out. The freshness of breath drawn deeply into the lungs felt sweet again. The taste of warm meals superseded the fulfillment for energy once more. Sleep, such precious sleep, could be found in the most precarious of places. The isolation among a million faces faded into one being whose smile created a home. The numbness, the lack of direction or hope or danger evaporated in the sweat of labor. All multiverses intertwined and the birth of the Sun became the center of my universe.