I felt so distant, so lifeless, and so empty!. I sat with my legs crossed under a tree with a pen and notebook in my hands!. It was a perfectly sunny day, the sun was so bright it seemed as if it could blind someone, but did I care!? No!. Maybe I’d have been better off blind!.
There was a lot of tension in my neck!. My head hung low as I searched for a word that I could place in my poem!. It was almost finished…it probably would have been better easier to write if I had felt something then!. It would have been better to feel something than nothing at all!. Then I wouldn’t have to stop and think every single time I wrote a line!. The words would just come flooding out of my pencil!.
I felt frozen!. That’s the word for it!. Not depressed!. That’s a feeling!. I wrote down “frozen” on my paper!. Maybe I was being a little melodramatic!. It didn’t seem like it then!.
I tapped my pen in annoyance as I closed my eyes and tried to find a word that rhymed with “sensitivity!.” May as well stick it in there because, apparently, I am!.
I tried to budge in creative words next to the boring words!. I didn’t like words that were so repetitive!. Simple words were so lifeless!. I needed words that described better!. My current lines were “What is silence made of!? Surely not the wind that climbs the treetops with no defends!. Maybe the sound that politely defines the concept of a trend!. A frozen noise that indulges at night!. That takes control of your eyes and tries to fight!. That blinds your ears and rings inside, eventually blinding your mind!.” It was less sloppy and the lines were even on my paper!. I looked around and realized that complete silence surrounded me!. So what is silence really made of!? Nothing!. Just like what I was feeling!.
This paper is for school!. Does this describe in a good way, feeling numb!?Www@QuestionHome@Com