Muted

How I feel about life after being ill for several months

I miss myself

running through the woods

sun on my face

the taste of freedom

Driving with my windows down

singing in the bath

holding sides while i laugh

time spent without consequence

Music to my ears

new and fresh to hear

short term fun

possibility and hope

Life turns tasteless

stale and cold in my mouth

while time goes on without me

leaving me in quiet hell