The air stings my skin like acid and every step I take cuts into the sole of my foot, a knife plunged into my calf. I feel small and weak and vulnerable and terribly alone.
Now the rain comes- droplets of more pain- searing into my flesh like a scalpel into wet paper. The only sounds I hear are my own screams of agony. I crawl forward, hoping for the end of the torment. But there is no hope in the Emptiness, only anguish. I wish I could die, just to stop the excruciating hell of living. Yet again I fall at the feet of the Emptiness and do not get up..