Writing is the way I typically process, but lately the words no longer flow.
Several thoughts remain stranded. This is a feeble attempt to begin the process of reconciling my heart with my mind.
As I unpack my heart I find a deep ache in my soul. A longing without knowing what it longs for.
And the location where my heart currently resides resembles the dentist’s office.
Numbness. Indifference. Apathy.
I don’t quite know the root of the numbness, but I imagine it must be something along the lines of protection, self-preservation, a coping mechanism.
Perhaps if I allow myself to feel the emotions, my soul will succumb to despair.
One of these days, I know that the anesthetic will wear off.
In fact, I can already sense my heart beginning to thaw; I just hope I’m ready to deal with it when it starts to melt.