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Misery has subsided and left my body cold and empty. Like a cancer loneliness creeps into my bones and shakes my being. Like a pulse this too will pass in time. What's left when the loneliness fades? An emotional scar that's hidden by thick skin and a cautious smile; weary of strangers and the unknown. I used to be a hot-stove student with fast reactions but I can feel the the fire that feeds on my memory. The smokes surrounds my soul like the night that torments me when I close my eyes. It chokes me till I wake up coughing his name. But. Then again, at least I'm breathing.