Cold and nasty winter. Never ending. I cried and cried and cried. The world swirled around me like a malfunctioning round-about. I wanted to bury myself under the snow, and maybe just freeze forever. Or maybe just freeze time so that I could correct everything. So that I could make everything right.
I kept escaping into trances- black and white. No reds or blues or greens or yellows. Not one speck of joy to be seen. I drifted and drifted and lost contact with the real world, and just let go. It was so intense, pain and anger and frustration, and pouring into this goblet of madness from my blind eyes, too used to monotony, trying to look for a wormhole into a different galaxy. I cried tears of silver and cold. Cold they were, like the air around me. Alone, I was; body and head not matching pace. Everything swung around, floating dots of faint colour, dying hope, raging flames, nails across a chalkboard- making me cringe with discomfort and yell. What were these nonsensical mind games? Plucking out my brain bit by bit and making pickle out of the pieces. Yanking my strings, forcing them to snap and a constant shriek within my head.
And suddenly my soul collapsed. I was dead.