Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

What have I become? 

That the vast cyan blue sky no longer has its magic on me. 

That lightning and speed gives empty chill to my senses. 

That no smoke traps my feet on the clouds.

That laughter and tears differs in no way with the solemness of the heart.

That feelings no longer exist,

And I have fallen out of love with

Life. But not 

You. 

But what have I become? 

That life seems no longer interesting, 

And my emotions hid somewhere between

"reality and an ocean of diarrhea."