The quietness.
The somber expression on my face.
Staring at a blank wall; an even blanker expression, an even blanker mind.
Numbness spreads throughout my body, seeping through my skin like rain through a thin shirt.
The pain, or rather the lack of pain. But the lack of pain is painful enough.
The dim light. The frigid weather.
A warm, comforting hand tries to reach through the blank wall to grip my own.
But I cannot feel it.
Nothing can shake me from my current state of mind.
It drives you crazy, but you cannot help but love it.
Happiness tries to penetrate my skin.
But I don't want it, won't accept it, refuse to give into it.
It bounces onto someone else instead.
I resume staring at the blank wall in front of me.
