You are a welcome distraction from the stillness I've settled in. But just like everything else, the sweet bursts of hope are bound to fade and subside; things like these come marked with an expiration date. It would be naive to revel in the routine waves of reverie, coupled with the sting of doubt. But I have come to realise that I am naive enough to leave myself vulnerable, I find comfort in knowing that I am still able to feel after all. I'll do anything to leave this unwavering numbness behind. The dullness has seeped into the crevices of my bones, making me ache for any signs of daylight.
