Behind the pen...

I feel utterly alone in a sea of unfullfilled hopes, dreams and unshed tears. Do I still feel anything? My pain feels deep and endless. So endless I feel empty--unable to move past the tragic feeling that I might turn into a stone. Cold. Unfeeling. Unmoved. Somehow...amidst the clatter of Nos yesterday, I became overwhelmed. Drowning and drowning. Even the walls we're closing me in. It was after...