31 May 2012
Jealousy seems dark, dark green.
Like hatred that never ends.
I see everything I long for with someone other than me.
I hear a horrible ringing throughout my head.
I smell a raging fire building up inside of me.
I touch the things I own with disappointment and grief.
I taste a wave of cold air on my tongue.
And they wonder why my words are as cold as ice.
Senses • Opuss № I