Fading Out

"White noise scratching at bleeding ears" I like that, it has a nice ring to it. The part where you say that comfort messes with the synapses is a nice strong statement, but I think that you could've perhaps explained a bit more. I think my favourite part is where you say "I don't know myself, couldn't pick her out in a crowd if I wanted to". Overall it may lack a bit of detail and there are a few places that you could've added some backbone, but it actually suits the content -emotionless, numb, dulled senses. I like it, good write :)  

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I can relate to this so much...every word of it, the numbness spreads inside and it seems nothing can stop it, only temporary slowing it down..sometimes i think it's for  the best, leading to inner peace...or undeath..thank you for sharing this :)

"Undeath" that's a very interesting way to put it, but it isnt good to be numb all the time...after all what's the point of living if we're always numb....

Great write Ms. Chels!!
Love the read sweets!!
Love your penwork!!

Sir Lancelott

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"I live but i am no longer alive
...im losing that fire...
The flames turned to embers awhile ago
Barely even ashes now" <-that was the meat in the soup for me!

Enjoyed the artwork of your pen in this, Chels! :) Xo

The summing up of the whole....the pivotal moment....
It's great to hear from you Ms. Rain and as always i appreciate the love, thanks for stopping in!

going,going,gone,i like the sequence and how you piece it together...few little additives will make it exquisite.keep the words pouring from the pen

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at one time that type of living was compared to being a Zombie. The look at ourselves from outside in can be just as difficult as looking from the inside out.

Zombie...hmm its very fitting
From the outside in i appear someone comfortable in the monotony but inside its killing me

Totally relate to this!My fire died/had died since june i guess,slowing trying to wake up/rise up again!
Its okey not to be okey sometimes,its okey to stay down,go back to the drawing board and re-strategize till you strong enough to make a move again.
But even as hailstones persist and thorns keeps piercing more,its important you remember,always remember that you are stronger than you can ever image!
Keep breathing,even when those dear lungs wanna give up,don't you dare give in.And one day you will wake up to the warm summer rain and the wonderful melodies of the birds calling out your name and you will go out and dance with them without a care who is watching or is not and that day you will realize how much beautiful life is and you will realize that you(and not anyone else) holds the match to light/re-light the fire in your soul and from that day,you will live again!
Good luck my dear!

Thank you for such insightfull feedback...I will remember this!