Extraordinarily Ordinary

I feel the ice in my veins.

The chill has awakened and flows through me again, cool and precise; it consumes all.

In times like this, I question the person that I am, and what I am capable of. Am I real? Are my feelings?

So often I feel like I am full of electricity, of fire; the heat and urgency of my emotions exploding out of my flesh uncontrollably.

The ice, when it visits, is a stranger. An uncommon guest whose presence sets the mood and changes everything.

I started crying today, feeling nothing but a very distilled version of sorrow that inspired tears to flow from my eyes. But it was unlike a bitter cry, it was simply an automatic function. The tears were meant to come, so they did. Water flowing from within me, divorced from any specific reason or grief.

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(Lachrymose: tearful or given to weeping.)

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