My hands grow into a deep, icy, cold… As if that is a conclusion, a result, to something. Yet, theses past months have given me anything but finality. Nothing physically has phased me. Gotten my attention, in a long time. My cheeks have been sucked of their rosy color. My eyes narrow. Goosebumps, creepily, appear on my limbs. As a shudder stings my spine.

It’s almost as if I have become someone else. Someone very unknown to me. Whatever has happened to me, I am definitely not myself. Where have I gone? That is the only question should be asking myself. Oh wherever have I gone to?

I am in an endless confusion. I live in a cloud high above the world, I know so well. A foggy tired, cloud of nothingness. That may be the only place I have gone to. Taken away upon the wind, dispersed amongst the waving hills of green. I miss what I used to be. Its only up to me now to find that.