Could this pressure inside my chest be more than just the heavy beating of my heart?
Could I be feeling something so new and so unknown to my existance?
Could I be... feeling?
Could these tears mean something and can these words stuck in my throat be meaningful?
Have I done nothing but sit here, in awed silence, terrified of my ownself?
Can one be.. Can one be so frightened by things such as these that it makes them mute?
These lips are sealed and my throat wipped raw of any sound. My soul tightens up into a ball within my chest and nearly suffocates me.
These tears so real, so salty and wet wash down my face, wash away the guilt and the shame.
Who am I but a tiny human feeling her first real feelings in so very long.
What am I but a tiny shell of packed gun powder ready to explode.
These Feelings so New, so unreal, so filling and draining. I cannot escape being human no matter how much I try. I cannot remove this heart that pumps my blood and provides me life.
Being Human and being so fragile.