the hail keeps hitting at my window. the small ice cold breeze finding its way through the windowpane. smelling the cold wet dirt of the outside world. seeing nothing in my dark non-lit room. hiding in here to avoid anything that reminds me of life. opening my blinds to watch the storm. seeing the small little frozen blocks-almost looking as if there were blocks of sugar falling from the grey skies. I feel lonely. I feel strange. I feel as if I was supposed to watch the storm. so I turn my head away. shut the blinds and crawl into bed. I cannot face the world. I cannot face life. im not     scared. im not   afraid.    im just alone in a hail storm.