I have lost my funny bone.
It hurts that am not able to laugh anymore. It’s crushing me beyond my own comprehension and the image I have of me. I swear I had it with me all along, but in the trip I have got on, somewhere along the way I misplaced it. It’s becoming a chore now, the hunt for it, and the need to actually find it.
Smile? Yes. Laugh? I donno anymore.
Unfortunately, I know what will make me laugh. I just can’t reach it as I swore to myself that I wouldn’t encroach.
Life sure is a b*tch.