Alone

Lost alone, feeling the coldness caress my skin. Is this life? Nausea is seated at the pit of my stomach, tangled in my intestines; one tug and I will shake. I am vulnerable, like a baby experiencing for the first time; everything is new. Who am I? Around me the world is sharp, my vision enlightened by it's newly found abandonment. It was after all always there, perhaps if I'd looked it would've been there. Tears tremble at the tip of my dark circles, challenging each other to dive. Loneliness is evergreen, occasionally covered by momentary joy. Now it is clear and I cannot move.