I Live Within The Echo Of Rome, The Rhyme Of Its Fall

I live within the echo of Rome, the rhyme of its fall

“I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.”

— Virginia Woolf

When most people touch me, my flesh writhes in discomfort. My muscles tense and squirm, my limbs wriggle away from the sensation. Then there are those that don't make me react that way. And I can't feel them there. Just, numbness. For years I was touch starved and unable to be touched.

No temperature, no hunger, and no thirst either.

But, things are better now. I've got someone now. I can feel more now. It's not all there, but it's better now.

All things end. The good, and the bad.

“Some days, I feel everything at once. Other days, I feeling nothing at all. I don’t know what’s worse: drowning beneath the waves or dying from the thirst.”

— o.m

“Maybe it’s not about happy ending. Maybe it’s about the story.”

— Unknown