Dropped from the face of the earth
Without a warning left to parish.
Why does it feel like I've been here before?
What is this feeling?
It's recognizable but at the same time I'm in denial.
Denial that history doesn't always repeat itself.
I feel warm blood through my veins
But my heart is as cold as ice.
Time stops, the room is silent.
Mind is racing, but I can't move.
I'm afraid to move because
In one instant my heart of ice will break.
So what now? What do I do? How do I survive?
I breathe. Inhale and exhale.
Eventually, one day...
My heart will be warm again.
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