My heart is sound. With the rain falling down upon my face. The emptiness is somehow soothing. The tempest that once shook me from beneath seems far away now. As far as the light I once shared with another. Far from home, far from the lurking shadows.

The wounded, do not understand the future. The now is where we dance. Spin within. Curl away from thought. Passing time so relentlessly. On the floor... so cold, so surreal.

I am blind.