Sounds of rain can be heard from outside. It would be quite difficult to see from a distance, but by the shadow, there is a whining figure of a young person sitting on the floor in the dark dilapidated house. Oh, that’s me. I can’t really feel that. There is only darkness and void in my black eyes.  My body now is more of a house for my emotions, while I’m out. Just a spectator of that dark chaotic storm of feelings. 