When history seems to be all that's left of the world, maybe the world is still thriving.

multiple poem-type things.

Feelings;
If my feelings were to run away.
And I could not grin with glee.
I'd find no reason to be with you.
For your presense is desired
And much at need but,
without these feelings
I'll let you be.

Blind to beauty;
because i do not feel,
because i do not feel you see,
i cannot find that i am fond of you.
or that the flowers beyond me are blooming beautifully.
Nor can I find the young man greeting me appealing.
For I do not feel the deepest depression,
The most arrogant angriness, or the most beautiful bliss.
Leave me to my empty solitude and leave the spider to spin a web in my brain.
And leave the dagger to pierce my already hollow heart.
For I do not feel.