I can see you even now, in your room alone. The tears stream down your face while you silently ask yourself 'why?' Your room's freezing, didn't bother to turn on the heater tonight. You can hear the winter wind rattling the branches outside your window. You look around your room, the cds, the pictures. You wonder how anyone surrounded by all of this life and happiness can feel so alone. The tears start to stream again, and you curl up into a tiny ball on your bed. Someone starts to shower in the other room, as one more gust of wind blows by your house. You shudder, thinking of facing people in the morning. The shadows move about softly on your wall, cast by the moon through the trees outside. After lying for a while, the tears stop, leaving behind feelings of loneliness and emptiness. You crawl out of bed, shivering in the cold, and turn on some music. As it starts, you climb back into bed, feeling so old. You curl up again, listening, absorbing. As your mind falls back to the fading memory, the music starts to drown you. You give in and the tears fall on your pillow. After a while, the music fades out, and you fall asleep to sounds of the winter wind.