Cold.

I feel cold. The air conditioning is off and it’s raining outside. At least, I think it is. I can still hear soft pouring hitting the roof but my senses aren’t exactly in their best shape right now. My eyes look like slits cut into my face with a rusty blade. My sense of smell died at around 11 o’clock last night from a goodbye gone wrong. As for any sense of feeling along the rest of my body, any feeling died when I left 19 (more or less) of the people I love at the pre departure area at the airport just as the black sky started to turn a dull gray. Now, there’s just the cold.

I’ll go into details later. Right now, I just want to burry my face into my favorite lace pillow and cry what’s left of my eyes away.