draw a line in the sand

Right, so new blog. Again. Well, this one just seems to be for random writings and whatnot instead of the goings on of my life.

So to start this off, a paragraph (possibly the opening) of a story I'm working on:

Numbness.

They say it washes over you like ice but that's not the real truth. In actuality, it creeps up on you, slowly, a little bit more every day sliding in a little more. You sense yourself go through life on auto, everything just happens and it occurs to you there might be something wrong because the feelings don't come so quickly anymore. You don't know what it is but it doesn't phase you at all. Things like this happen and you'll get back into the swing of things pretty soon. But one day you accidentally cut your finger and muse that that was unexpected while walking over to the sink to wash away the blood, not because you have an urge to do so but rather because you know it's the right thing to do and you were brought up to do the right things, and as the water cleans the small wound you figure it's not so bad and you don't really need a band-aid, besides the skin will start growing back soon enough. It doesn't hurt much, and even if it did there are other things for you to concentrate on than pain.

Because pain is eventually succeeded by numbness.