All I can feel is my cold toes from an extreme lack of heat. The loud sound of silence is killing me. My fingers are starting to get cold so I rest them on my lips. I lay in a bed only comfortable when alone. But yet I feel lonely. When the bread does it\'s job shouldn\'t I be happy? Why is living not enough but so much at the same time. Anxious of being alone yet also worried about the judgment of eyes. At one point in my life I would have seen this as a perfect perfection. But now I am lonely yet free of eyes. Dancing by yourself is the most free of feelings, but as the time ticks, you come to realize that dancing is only dancing and that people give you feelings that last forever whether they be good or bad. Feeling pain is better than feeling nothing at all. I will put myself out there into the world and it will decide if it pushes me or pick me back up. I will take control of my regrets and make them reality. I will take my chances while I still have them, take risks as they kill me and graciously bring me back to life, and take people as they come and go. I will let go and keep holding on at the same time.