Go-To Survival ⌛️

We shake in our skin suits because they wag their judgmental fingers at our feeble phases of life. It tears us apart to be alone, again. I’m untouchable, not because I prefer it, but because it somehow keeps the peace around me. We cannot have what we desire most. On a dismal spit, our hearts, they roast. Words spew from the cooking heart reflections from them and us. Sadly, the world grows bigger and colder. The wellspring within me grows more fatigued and disappointed with the numbness that appears to be my go-to survival mechanism.