8.30

At the verge of self pittty;
I feel numb,
I feel happy;
There's a certain emptiness
That drives me crazy,
It overwhelmingly chokes me.

I could always go far from myself.
This self that i knew,
This self that i had ever been,
This self that i ever wanted.
And it is burning-
Why is it melting out of
Those precoius hands
That once for long nourished it
To become as it is
Just to suddenly ruin.

Oh, how i'm missing the airs
Of just a while, i'm still
Longing to breathe;
That i shared with the world
And all the other worlds in it.
It is getting cold-
Turning it blue,
Making it hard-
I feel numb.