You continue to give but it doesn't work anymore.

The night air brings out different emotions in all of us. For me... the night brings about the closure of a day, the coldness of the period without sun. Don't get me wrong, I'm not sad. Hell I don't even have problems. I'm just a lit student. Ha ha ha ha.



So.. check it out. Don't think too much. Just thought of it randomly after disgustingly sad songs played on shuffle on my iTunes. Hahahahahahaha.








The wind howled, swirling the dried grass from the dirt floor into a frenzy. It was a bleak, bleak place to be in. I watched the leaves at my feet with dull fascination, captivated by the continual movements, but not really caring about it. I was just looking for a place to rest my gaze on. The sky was downcast — it was an ominous sign of the imminent downpour. It seemed as though all the perpetual land my sweeping gaze swept across was but a cracked, barren, desolate wasteland. Where did all the leaves, even though dried, come from? There wasn't a single blade of grass around, much less a tree. This place was incapable of supporting life. I could feel my own being slowly seeping out into the cracks of the dirt-encrusted land.

All of a sudden, the leaves stopped swirling. The wind died, slowly, bit by bit until it was nothing more than an echo in my ear. The clouds, however ominous, meant nothing compared to the fading of colours across the horizon. The dirt-brown soil seeped into a cold, hard, bullet-grey colour. The leaves seemed to sink into the hard and ruthless ground, pressing themselves in until they seemed to dissipate. Everything shuddered and sank to a cold, 2-dimensional flat ground, with not a single slip of colour. If I'd thought the land I'd stood on five minutes ago was a place of dismal, then this was worse. It was nothing like anything I'd ever known.

If there was anything worser than the most heart-wrenching sadness, it had to be feeling like this - this extreme feeling of voidness and detachedness. Was it even considered a feeling, or a lack thereof?

I would have given anything to feel even the littlest of hurt.







I closed my eyes, and sank to my knees. No tears would come.