Sense

When I care, I care too much.

I look at you and I see more than skin and flesh.

I listen to you and I hear your words touching me from the inside.

The emotion you unleash crashes into me and I drown in it for a while until I remember how to catch a breath.

When I do not care, it kills me to see you do.

It goes through me, cutting with an edge a bit too sharp around the place my heart was supposed to be.

A shadow of guilt, and then it's empty.

Then there are times when I am calm. Calm like I know that I'll get there.

I look up and I see the sky, and I feel like I am hungry for more. Hungry for more life.