The cold envelops my frail body, unaware of its petrified state of sadness. An overwhelming sense of doom and desperation hits me hard, with no solution in the horizon. I want to disappear completely, worry about nothing, lead a simple (too simple) life, or none at all. End is what I wish for my awful presence in this world. Relief, I want to grasp you dearly, old friend, never have we met before.