I feel this may be the beginning, the beginning through the end.

I feel of nothing.

Theres is nothing to fear, to wilt, to hide from.

Thus a care has not been given from others to me.

I am alone.

  
A dark room filled with light.

Depressed and sorrow tis me.

I shun the needs and wanting.

I wait.

A window brings in the sun and thus the moon.

I feel of no reason to smile.

I want to hide the fact of facing any fear of mine.