My eyes are dry and my soul is empty. I weep until the ground is white with salt. Perhaps it would be better if I could drown in my own sorrow. Perhaps if I could remove my emotions, then I would be as the dead. Where ever I go I bring sorrow. I can even darken the Sun. So I will go and find a place of seclusion and there in the dark I will weep. Then the tears that I cry will harm no one but myself and perhaps if I am alone I will simply fade away.