Fading faster than the speed of light.

Its not rare that i wonder if i honestly have an inability to cry. So long spent pushing the screeching rip of hurt, and the bubbling of anger, and the dusty tangle of confusion to the back of my mind, that i've forgotten how to not push them away. Forget it, and you won't have to feel it. I can't even remember the last time the rushing of emotions made its way to my eyes and made them sting with blurry tears. I feel everything, raw and cutting-edged, but i can never do the slightest thing about it.
At the moment i can only see the world as potential that i can't reach, brightness that i allow caffiene to fake for me and the impact that just existing makes.

To battle is the only way to feel alive.