As my hands comb through my hair, I stare between my knees looking into the depths of this unfamiliar wooden floor. The foundation creaking from the wind howling outside, its feral cry full of pent up emotions, filling the night with chaos, mirroring the landscape of my emotions. Pictures so lovingly framed, propelled by chaotic winds, splash into an unbroken lake sending ripples scrambling away as they try and escape the touch of these cherished memories. The golden light of a sunny day spent laughing and crying under pine trees, shines from the depths. The cold grey light of a rainy day spent looking out the tear stained window trying to make sense of this hurricane of emotions, cuts through the inky black water. The constellations of so many memories seems just in reach as I syphon this inky black water through my pen, drawing from the depths of my soul, a straight IV into these flatlining lines of this black notebook that holds my soul.