you're only human....
Dec. 29th, 2007 02:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
onyxexistance Pain wasn't a feeling anymore. At least not a describeable feeling. It had both faded and grown to something that taunted from the corner of your eye, but when you turned to see, check, make sure that's what it was, it was gone, a scent the only trace.
Paint associated itself with everything. Every beautiful and ugly thing you saw caused you to ache. Even the things with no definition managed to make pain a priority. Breathing hurt because air swooshed through your nostrils in and out, in and out, and you realized without that consistency, you would cease to exist, eyes rolled back, like when you wondered if you could see your brain but this time they wouldn't roll back to see your giggles float away from your baby tooth lined mouth.
It was in how hugs made you want to cry because you knew that it was basic, that you would never have that particular person to be attached to other than friends, or because you knew it was good-bye. or because they had finally come to see after three years of sporadic e-mails and letters.
Pain laced your heart at everything and you knew that if you didn't feel that stab somewhere your heart and the eerie moonlight pale bones of your ribcage you would think yourself less than human because no happiness or joy existed without pain laced delicately through it.
Paint associated itself with everything. Every beautiful and ugly thing you saw caused you to ache. Even the things with no definition managed to make pain a priority. Breathing hurt because air swooshed through your nostrils in and out, in and out, and you realized without that consistency, you would cease to exist, eyes rolled back, like when you wondered if you could see your brain but this time they wouldn't roll back to see your giggles float away from your baby tooth lined mouth.
It was in how hugs made you want to cry because you knew that it was basic, that you would never have that particular person to be attached to other than friends, or because you knew it was good-bye. or because they had finally come to see after three years of sporadic e-mails and letters.
Pain laced your heart at everything and you knew that if you didn't feel that stab somewhere your heart and the eerie moonlight pale bones of your ribcage you would think yourself less than human because no happiness or joy existed without pain laced delicately through it.
