I don't want to listen to music. Not tonight. Not when it hurts this bad but the tears just don't roll out. Why? I wouldn't know either... No, that's a lie. I do know. It's a yearning. I yearn to be wanted, I yearn to be loved. And I know that I am, but sometimes in the night, I lose my candle and then I can't see anymore. The light bleeds away from my world, and I must find it once again. Sometimes I try to ignore the lack of light and forget my plight by exploring the textures of the ground. I can feel the soil's weight in my palms. And before I know, I have dug up a hole and buried myself in it. Now neither I nor anyone else can find me a candle or try to light it. Here I lie in perpetual darkness. I would raise my hand out like the undead some day and get out of here because I love someone and they love me back. But that isn't going to happen, I can't see it anymore, I lost my candle. I have made sure I won't come out. "I won't come...