Sometimes things feel as though time has stopped,
Sometimes they feel that nothing but you exists,
The world around you nothing but fuzzyness,
All blurred and grey, no colour or dimension.

The one's you love and care about most,
Just further than an arms length away,
Not being able to grasp and hold it,
You watch them walk about, no idea what to do.

You sit and cry wanting to just break free,
To have the chance once more,
To tell those people what they mean to you,
A fist of rage as you lash out at the void before you.

Struggle after struggle breaking free of loneliness,
And into the world once more,
Embracing life and those around you,
Showing how much you care and the love of the world.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Vita, in the year 464 AD.