I think you’d be scared if you saw what was going on in my head. It’s complete chaos, a mess, a never-ending story of tangles, of mountains and valleys, of pink-yellow horses and black dark shadows. The sun can shine its strongest rays yet I won’t be able to feel the warmth. A storm can shutter and upset the deepest sea but I will sit calm on my ship. The rain can gush down and lightening can strike, brightening up the entire sky, scaring every single cloud away, yet I won’t become wet. Do I feel nothing? The tide grows stronger, the current pulls away, alone lays the empty beach. I ask myself what’s left to feel, when even the brightest star can’t find its way home.