The sun fails to see my face, upon the dark I tie my lace, I grab my bag and walk away, I open the window. The cold on my face feels like ice and as I trudge through the snow, I feel my feet get damp as the wind starts to blow.  The snow starts to fall once again as I walk mile by mile, but in my mind hope still flickers for peace once in a while.  My mind is blank with the seasons mid, and the heart that thought none of me. But now its for the whole world to see that I am not supposed to be here. I am not MEANT to be here. So why I am I here?
Because life is like a jaded light, that propells into the darkness. And like this light I will propell aswell into blankness which is my life, but when this troubled shard of it all comes to an end, maybe piece at mind may come back and start to mend.