DEMA. (a story)

As long as i can recall...

As long as i can recall, Dema has always been my honetown. I never moved, visited other towns, seen different people.
I've always been living between the tallest grey building, whose roof seemed to touch the sky, and the medium one, a little less sinister looking.
I've always been wearing the same dark green jacket, just sized differently during the years.

And i've never wondered why the sun was never shining, although all the stories i was allowed to read when little talked about this beautiful warm source of pure light.

Warmth.

The atmosphere of the town was what you can define steady. It never really rained, never really snowed either. Sometimes, you could feel a warm breeze while walking around the 8th building, but it never lasted long enough to bring my hidden emotions to life.

Emotions.

I wasn't sure what i was feeling. If i was feeling. When i was wandering around the 5th building, i heard adults talking about numbness, and i came to the conclusion that it was my primary emotion. Most of the other emotions a human soul can feel are a blur to me. Mostly everything is a blur around me, i have to admit.

Blurryface.