Some days it feels like I barely have the strength to hold on to reality.

As if at any minute I'll drift away like a silky ribbon in the breeze.

Numb.

To everything and nothing at all.

I'm reaching out attempting to grasp even the slightest bit of something real,

to feel the warmth of the summer sun,

the icy shock of a winter's first snow,

the delicate petals of a spring rose,

perhaps even the crisp chill of autumn.

Yet I feel all and none.

Numb. Vulnerable.

Able to be snatched in to an unfamiliar world,

A non-existent realm of all that is perfect and kind.

Perfect and Kind and Numb.

With no worries, no stress, no lies.

Where one can sleep through a sleepless night,

dreaming of reality being nothing at all

but numb.