I'm sad today. Tonight. A subtle gloom lingered all afternoon and out of nowhere thunder struck. I must have missed the lightening. Shy tears roll down my cheek, streaking my make up, draining my soul. Drowning my heart. I am sad for my own loneliness. I don't think I can pretend anymore. It is all intentional after all. Self-preservation. I wouldn't know how to recognise a risk, let alone take it. With all my efforts to stray from the herd I may just be the most flagrant stereotype. The game is over and I can't find my way out of where I'm hidden. The stillness is torture.

Attempts at a replacement are painfully disappointing. Poor unsuspecting souls. Race lost before the gun shot. What they're lacking is, rather unfairly, that none of them are.. you.