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.

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