Fire, wincing from the moonlight that envelopes my soul. It stretches from horizon to my chamber, only to leave me cold and empty. I struggle with the emptiness that surrounds me and whispers in my ear the endless evils of the world, inticing me to leave and never return to the Sun that lingers outside my door. Why must it be this way?

I don't know.

Ice clings to the shingles of my home. I feel the coldness flow through to my feet. It covers me and keeps me warm from the extremeness of longitudinal despair. I cry to only feel the warm tear drops on my skin as I yell in a whisper to avenge my sickness. Why must it be this way?

Do you care?

Sorrow...Deprevity...Desire...Consumption...Denial...Worry

Emotionlessness servitude that clings to my honor and removes my ability to breathe. I cry in silence. I hurt in silence. I yearn in silence. I laugh in solitude. It has become my way of expression. It has turned my soul to the catylist of all my anguish. The soul that used to care for me, no longer functions, leaving the body to fend for itself.

These words are nothing more than empty vessels. They have no meaning. They have no recourse. They stand alone in a room filled with millions of faces that turn away, leaving the impression of spirit and faceless wonders. I cling to them only to learn their identity does not exist.

I shutter to think. I yearn to know.