"A Numbing Beat"

“There’s a moment that I think love had touched my heart with a numb hand. It felt as if my own hands on it were not enough to warm its pronouncement. No matter a concept, or a concept replaced by a prospective person, I was numb to it; still yet. What would this numbing be to me in the next moment? Would it become soft snow that would turn into an ice storm? To which would blockade my only exit to the airport—where I could fly away forever from the sleet? Or would it become numb to itself, and in turn force me to cut it from my body to survive? In spite of this, I find a cure in watching others turn warm from its hand. Even if my own heart remains dormant, I feel, even for a moment, it beats; still yet.”