nusquam videor contineo mihi anymore..

What happens when your heart stops feeling..
stops feeling anything at all..
no happy, sad, pain, fear, cruel..
feels no more..
you can call it numb..
yet it beats as norm..
just not being able to feel anything..
no love, no sadness, no pain, no fear..

The heart seems to have grown a layer of shell around..
like a cocoon, hiding itself..
hibernating underground..
behind the thick layer of wall..
creating a barrier around itself..
preventing anything to enter..
locking up everything inside the cellar..
the key to the door is lost..
the auto-locked door expired as time goes by..
growing layers and layers of thick black vines around it..
the sharp thorns on the vines stop anything from touching the most tender part of its center being..
not even the most lethal knife in the world, cannot cut through the jungle to the pure red rose withering in the midst..

The single red rose stops growing, stays pure and withers to its last breath..
the blood stops the circulation towards the heart..
it stays forever at that ice stage..
cold, lonely, still as the icy breeze during the winter..
nothing seems to penetrate or disturb its mundane and monotonous stage..
nothing else seems to matter it anymore..
nothing else seems to touch me anymore..

- M.Y. -
11th July 2009