Silent Hurricane

Sitting here on these warm sands, looking out into the ocean, a certain feeling rushes through my caffeine coated veins and pricks the goosebumps on my neck like acupuncture needles..

This feeling, it’s a weird kind of numb, a sort of empty numb that seems to be in the center of my ribcage and growing..

It leaves a dangerous sensation in my mind, it cause the ink on my back to sting..

I wish I cared, I wish I didn’t care, but I just don’t know..

Not knowing is unsettling..

Not knowing how to fix this is unsettling..

This numbness is unsettling..

It’s like a silent hurricane.

I’m sifting through the sand, sand, sand, sand
Looking for pieces of broken hourglass
Trying to get it all back
Put it back together
As if the time had never passed
I know I should walk away, know I should walk away
But I just want to let you break my brain
And I can’t seem to get a grip
No, no matter how I live with it…” -FOB

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