Dilute

I thought for a minute I wasn't human anymore. I thought that this rampage of emotional distress brought me to a place of desensitization and robotic mannerisms, carefully and subconsciously constructed to shield myself from any more extremes. I thought my mind was a composition of instant gratification and touch and go experiences so that nothing and no one could come far enough in to let me down. I thought my desire for non attachment would rule my life and hinder me from having any honest and charged feelings. I thought this was it, that my emotions were officially dilute, and that extreme pain, as well as extreme joy, would forever be replaced with moderate versions, only a fraction of what I have known.

I think I was wrong.

"Remember when you hit the breaks too soon; when you started crying baby I did too, but when the sun came up I was looking at you; remember when we couldn't take the heat; but the monsters turned out to be just trees, and when the sun came up you were looking at me; are we out of the woods yet?"