Cold air, piercing through an empty, unmotivated soul.
What are you doing?
Where are you going?
Why are you standing still?
You are a soul in a body.
With a mind, feelings, emotions, senses.
But then again no.
You feel soulless… empty.
Your empty stare into the unknown,
Your light breathing almost nonexistent,
Your heartbeats like the mechanical sound of a ticking clock.
And the air continues piercing through your existence.
And you stand there; still, like a marble.
Getting old.. and colder.
The change of the weather,
The passing of time,
only visible on your skin and hair.. your appearance.
Marble. Cold and soulless.