Crumpling the letter within the palm of my hand and nonchalantly tossing it in to the waste basket; I somehow find myself laying comfortably upon my back, staring up towards the ceiling within a room completely devoid of the phenomenon known as light. My current state could be described as emotionless (or more accurately drained of emotions), completely unable to comprehend neither my past, present nor my immediate future. A single tear quietly streams down the side of my cheek, yet I neither react or question its unwelcome presence.
