Part of a unplanned story by me

I can feel myself slipping from this life, the storms are gathering, not in the world outside my bleak window but inside my mind. I lay in this room; all my life is in this one room in this one generic looking building.
The bleakness of this life has come to be prevalent, people rushing to control ones life to expect things of it. This anguish that has beset my heart, is turning it into a brittle piece of ice, I taste no sweetness that was once love. It has all gone, gone to the utter darkness of my mind.

I’ am, dear reader, an impoverished student of this corrupt world that we inhabit. I live from one day to another, trying like the rest of us not to communicate with anyone else that we see. The possibilities of meeting people that will run away with our feelings, that will give ones life meaning and love, enrich it beyond anything man can measure, is all lost within hatred and a deep fear of the unknown. I sit on the loud, dirty underground, looking at people who use all of their energy not talking. We are all in this darkness, only broken by glimpses of light. They sit on chairs next to one another; they try ever so hard not to break a smile or commit the worst behaviour ever and to talk. I feel lonely and lost in the most populated city in the country.

The grey skies that forsake this wretched piece of land has sunk deep into my heart, I’am in love, but I cannot taste that sweetness of love, the yearning for one another’s embrace has left. I remember the days were I loved regardless, I was joyful, my body tingled and felt truly alive, I look for a better future outside into the dank view of London.