Sitting inside the most gloomiest state ever, I tried to think of good words that can cheer another soul up. In my head, letters assembled to form the most heart warming and comforting words written in the history of writing (what a silly idea it was). Trying to offer the world the things I so desperately needed but wasn't able to find. I want to reach out and touch a heart that was bruised multiple times. A broken dream that was crushed under the rough boots of "reality". A soul broken because of unreciprocated love, aching to get a taste of warmth from anyone. I'm just aimlessly wandering in circles, trying to find an even spot to sit upon and make sense of what's going on. But the path is bumpy and refused to lay smooth, typical! The moon used to warm me up, a different kind of warmth, different than the sun. She used to cradle me in her arms that were made of misty silver lights and lull my spirit to peaceful slumber. But even she turned cold tonight, blinking down at me somberly with her companions which, their distant twinkling failed to excite me. I stare, they stare. We sit in silence, thousands of unspoken words that won't ever see daylight surrounding us. The icy sleet used to be bearable, but not anymore.