And the rain fell in great, fierce sleets. Everything was an indistinct shape of nothingness, shrouded in a white, mazy cloud. In this downpour I was deluged with a thousand whispers and sighs of so many dreams lost.... lost. The stark brightness of the vast expanse of endless white sky illuminated the trees a dazzling green, rejuvenated the tired, dusty mortar of the roads a rich, velvet black again. In the odd, unsettling vividness and vivacity of the aftermath of the storm the dreams floated away from me leaving behind the miasmic blanket.....lost. lost.

I need sleep. I need sunshine. Maybe it's the rain, maybe it's the haze, maybe it's literature, maybe it's history, maybe, maybe, always maybe.

There is just something very very inherently wrong.