The feelings of hopelessness could never pale in comparison to what remained inside her heart. Even though she was whistling with the hummingbirds - as she always did - she was getting rather annoyed. She was sad, hungry and a burning desire to fill the emptiness inside her hollow chest seemed to be the only thought that remained inside her head.
There was a burning pain coming from her lower leg, as she waited and waited and waited. Even though the chilly night had whisked away with the crack of dawn, all that came to her body was cold shivers. It had been pouring last night, so hard that even the dew had no hope in washing through a world without cruelty and fascism. Whilst the rain signified the tears that bore the sky, it was becoming more evident to her that perhaps all the clouds needed were a good cry.
The happiness and the brightness the sun was emitting was actually making her more anxious. How could the sun be so accepting of what was happening? It was a terrible world where even the seas wept and the glass cracked all on its own.