that feeling.

it occurs in random moments, and i began to expect it. because when my oculars met the sight, the currents of emotions in hand made me detect the knife. the knife stabbed slowly into my heart, the line larged cruely,as i sighed loomingly, feeling the shatter begin. the latter within. i knew this was my heart breaking a sight of which seemed like sinking. or getting numbed too briskly to notice, or coming across bottled pain you were too busy to acknowledge. .