The wind is pushing me through the empty streets. In me the cold and void rules. The snowflakes seem to avoid me, because I am to cold. Every feeling in me has become extinct, all love and which is even more frightening, all the hate. Without drive I tumble around, without destiny, without purpose that screams to be fulfilled. I must see someone, need the distraction, one refill emotionally, non-alcoholic, thank you. I ring the doorbell, I’m awarded admittance and from the door the glimmering light of hope is shining towards me.
English translation of my previous post.