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I am nothing therefore I do not feel. If I could feel then I would not be nothing for only something can feel. Nothing only has nothing. Though they say that something can still feel nothing. Such as an object. So, then, maybe I am a something that feels nothing, an object. Is that what I am?

When I will I see the light? When will this cold night fade? When i close my eyes to the darkness, will it be replace by something more. My eyes are red because I cry myself to sleep every night. It seems that nothing wants to go right, no matter how hard I try. My room is cold as the air out side, my heart if frozen into ice. Held high above a sold surface by a string so thin and so weak that all it would take was a light breeze to break it. Sending my heart crashing down and shattering it into pieces so small that this time i wont be able to put them back together again.

As the night fell and the world is plunged into darkness, shadows in the moonlight dance on the cold damp earth. Glowing yellow eyes gleamed from inside the trunks of the trees. Death lifts and searches for its victims of the night to take from life and bring into itself. To capture the soul and pull it into the dark and never to let it go.

All I see is darkness, empty as my heart. The night, as cold as my soul, makes me shiver and shake. You look at me like I’m crazy but maybe it is you who are crazy and I am the one who is sane. I wander through the night alone, hiding my face from the world. People whisper as I pass and someone throws some change at me. I sit under a large oak trying to escape the newly falling rain. I curl up on the cold damp earth and fall into a restless sleep. I wake to bright sunlight on my face and I wondered if I have died, but I have not. I have survived another night and now, all I can do is pray to survive the next. Even though I know I may not I still pray, I pray that my life may change and that I can go on living another day. Wet and dismal, I walk on through the streets of nowhere, heading no place, crying lonely, empty tears. Sobs filled with so much emotion yet no one can hear cause no one cares enough to listen. Very few see her as she passes by, she is invisible to the world and so is her pain.