Sitting alone in crowded rooms. Disassociation. Why let this morbid dream unfold? Sad jokes and devastating echoes. Don't you ever wish you could disappear? Remember, when we were still innocent, our eyes wide open to this world's wonders, our arms eager to embrace whatever tomorrow brought...

We slept deeply and peacefully until the sun rose to make our faces glisten with expectation. Do you know, now, why you get out of bed every morning? Our hatred feels timid, our love disinterested, our excitement shallow. Not even the sweet smoke of denial suffices to disguise the stink of abandonment.

When the winter is over, we'll slowly gather our resources and search for the winding road towards hope. Another year has passed, but the only thing we've learned is that life and death are not always mutually exclusive.