Frozen Existence

After Love, the Heart, went sinking back— in hibernation; and with a glacial heart, hardly glistening in insufficient love, I have become indifferent to hope; and Life, has lost its lustre— a dusted, antique object. Fearful of evoking emotions, I glance a passing eye, pretending indifference, as I immerse deeper—and deeper, into this comfortable apathy— kitsch imitation of life, related to the parade of death! Only that I breathe… but feel—nothing. Whilst counting the seasons of my passed years, I find myself questioning: How long has it been since I have died? —a perpetual death— leading to death. The irony of being alive in a life, which has died with your love…