i hate this feeling like i'm here, but i'm not.like someone cares.but they don't.like i belong somewhere else.anywhere but hereand escape lies just pasttha snowy window,cool and crisp as the februaryair.i consider the streets beyond, bleak as the bleached bones of wildernessscaffolding my heart.just a stone's throw awaytaken from impulse written by ellen hopkins(is this a clue, to why humanity lies in defeat??) <- i wrote this =P