My head becomes dark

But in the dark I see..

my words don't feel light, or soft, not even beautiful as they once were. No, now they feel cold like metal, distant like a dead man's future. There is a stillness to every letter, like they are waiting for someone to feel the message thrown together. We can write and read as much as we want but feeling is different. Strength stands only in the lines creating them like a brace every time I crumple