Swept Away

As the emotions surge and alternate between anger and sorrow, despair and rage, the Xavier Harker kicks in and sweeps away all of these irrationalities, only to be replaced by the mute desolation, the icy wasteland, that frozen landscape devoid of life, of humanity, of feelings, of voices. The ice shall surge in all its stark bluest glory, for the world holds no hope for me. The pimpled reflection never fails to remind me.

Love is a sham, solitude reigns.