I look at the walls thinking how they protect me, but during this time they have failed to keep me warm from the sadness outside.
The tears of sadness and fear float heavely in the air, and the air seeming crisp and cold with the breeze of winter.
I listen to the music picturing people coming and going, people that i was so close to start to get so far away.
But yet they are so close.
The music plays on and the emotions of people fill my thoughts, the thoughts dwell on my grandfather.
Seeing him slowly leave us pain's my heart. Tears burn my eye's and yet the music plays on.
The walls look biger and their warmth leaves me. The thought of their protection has no meaning now.
I hudel in a blanket but yet it feel's like it to can not warm these feelings of sadness.
It over comes me and i shiver as the thoughts of death and fear run through me.
And yet the music plays on.