The numbing begins again, unable to feel heat nor the cold, the night is appealing to eyes, for darkness is what I see in the light.  the moon guides the silky white streams upon my tear frosted face.

I sit blankly with only the earth under my feet. this is where i rest everyday. in this cold, dark place. I place where I sit and stare at the world, as if I am not a part of it anymore. I sit with death for it is the closest thing I can feel to feeling anthing at at all. I wish he could see me this way, for he would of not thought his choices wise, then would come rescue me from haite's grasp