Cold earth. She stumbled forward, and lay on the soil, letting the bitterness sear her skin, pierce her heart. The earth was solid, yet gave her no support. Her eyes were like the oceans, like the tide. The tears swelled, then flooded her cheeks, her tiny wrinkles like canals, quickly draining her emotions. Yet as high tide came again, the canals refilled and refilled and refilled. The oceans. The tide. The canals. Dripping. Dripping down her cheeks. Her overflowing eyes tried to focus on the formless shape of a tree. Its branches swaying in the wind, dancing to the winds whispers. What do you see, the wind asked, softly touching her face, What do you feel? Nothing, she thought. Nothing. Nothing to see. Nothing to feel. Nothing, she whispered, under her shallow breaths. Nothing, she bellowed. There was nothing. The tree stopped dancing its dance, the wind stopped singing its song. Even the tides stopped. She spread her arms, allowing the sharp blades of grass painlessly prick her skin. Painlessly. She was numb. Both her body and mind. Both numb. There was nothing anymore.

Numb.