I don’t feel anything. Nothing matters to me. I’m feeling more than I can. Everything matters more than it should. Everything is at stake. Meh, I don’t care much about it. Whatever. Why can’t I stop thinking about everything? I need to calm down. Wow, this is weird. I can barely express anything. I don’t feel like doing anything. I feel so stagnant. Oh GOD why!! Why can’t I stop feeling so terrible? I just want to cry. I don’t know how to stop. Why do people have reactions? I barely have any reactions. Wait, why don’t I react to things? I don’t understand why I overreact so much. Why can’t I control my emotions? Where are my emotions? Why? What is happening to me? What is happening to me…………...…?
Have you ever felt a touch so exhilarating that it frees you from your own inhibitions?
Today, in a world like ours, we all have desires. We all crave for something. Material or immaterial, it doesn’t matter. We all want something(s) in life. However, as miserable as things are, most of us never get them. And those of us who do, realize that their expectations were much higher than their desires.
Are you happy? Tell me. Think. Are you feeling alive, cheerful, joyous, poised and the very many adjectives that describe the beautiful mood you’re in? You’re not? Why? For how long have you not been happy? Is it something bad? Did something happen? Do you care?
When all everybody could see was her smile her eyes asked me to look deeper. And so, I did.
The moment was beautiful. Eddie and Stacey were sitting next to each other on the bench near the river bank. The sun had just set, creating an exuberant display of colors on the canvas that was the sky and an equally aesthetic reflection on the river. A cool breeze blew, causing the leaves on the trees nearby to rustle, taking away the tense nature of the ambiance caused by the overwhelming silence. A cuckoo’s call could be heard at a distant. It couldn’t have been any more perfect. Eddie slowly slid his hand into Stacey’s. She turned her head to look at him. He was already looking at her. Their eyes met. They looked straight into each other’s eyes. The feeling was running down both of their spines. Even before they knew it their heads had started to lean in and their eyes had closed shut. Then the lips met.