You wish to matter. But the world is in color, and you are black and white. It was never simply black or white. Even greyness requires force, requires resistance, requires balance, requires stability. Sanity levels fluctuate every ten seconds; emotions eat off every microscopic morsel that gets left behind.
Then the rain falls. The flood is no longer physical. The cold is no longer physiological. Downpour and darkness; the struggle to stay standing. You are wet. You are perspiring, you are foggy, you are aimless, falling, merging, escaping. You are a million pieces of diamonds, yet you become shattered upon impact. Still, the lightning and thunders are scared of you.
Finally, the warmth. Which never comes.
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