Ever wonder what the clouds taste like, as you lay on your back and feel the rain pelt your face? Ever wonder who put you up to this, who's fault it is that you still draw breath after painful breath? Ever wonder why you're here, what your purpose is, how are you to accomplish it so you could move on? Ever wonder why you are suddenly losing so many friends, when you've shown nothing but love?

Ever hope that life would just stop... the tear drops frozen on faces like glass, while falling rain stands still, tinkling softly as you brush them away?

The clouds hang low and gray, and the unknown apprehension that crackles in the air is almost tangible as I lay on my back and watch the sky. Slowly, the sky cries it's tears of purity... gradually getting stronger and larger. The drops pelt my face, stinging like miniture icicles. I long for them to peirce my flesh and purify my soul, cleanse me, take me back to beginning... But would I have done anything different? Would my life have turned out better if I had made different choices? I feel so alone... so cold...

Everything is pointless. And yet, for some reason, my will to live continues. Personally, I think it's because subconciously I want to find out how to beat Majora's Mask. Another part of me doesn't want to perish until published. Thankfully, that may be coming sooner rather than later. Ah well... Whatever the reason, the few of you who care should hope it never runs out.

Sleep well, beneath the clouds of gray,
For soon life will come and whip you away...

~Twilight Moon