Everything has turned dark and cold, as if someone had switched off the lights of the world. The stars are still shining in the night sky, but what's the point of it, if I can't see them from my window? I'm living in my own nightmare and I just can't wake up. Every morning I look at the sky, but it's always covered by a blanket of fog. Not even the sun can be seen, there's just nothing; and I feel the exact same way. Empty. Weak. Pale.
I don't even have hope for a break in the clouds anymore.
There's a biting wind whistling inside my heart, and I can't make it stop. It just blows stronger and stronger, always picking up more and more, destroying every certainty I used to have, and every feature of my own personality that once used to make myself proud of who I am.
