I am drowning in silence. Everything around me is so quiet that frightens me. I can feel the cold overwhelming my shivering body. It penetrates me and fills me with insensitiveness. I am blowing on my hands, trying to warm up my soul, that lost soul in which I put all my hopes. I wonder if it can be revived. That's stupid. But wait a minute... what do I really want to prove here in this room where just my thoughts keep me company? I want nothing. I am sick of all the things around me. Sometimes I fear that what I really want is to run, to run far away. But this can never be accomplished because the one that I want to run from is me.
I was always wondering why people cry so much. After all we start our lives crying, sheding tears of grief, or maybe tears of fear of the unknown world in which we were thrown withouth anybody asking us if we want to exist or not.
And so we cry... There's nothing we can do... We keep on crying more and more, until there's no tear to shed, until there's nothing left...