To feel complete emptiness is shockingly identical to feeling thirsty. Always striving for affection in obsolete situations, emotions shriveling into shadows within the soul. Trying to quench parchedness with meaning less one night encounters and flirtatious moments. All resulting in darkness. Complete isolation, rejection of the notion of love or compassion. Empty shell of a ghost like figure is only left in the wake. No hope of salvaging the creation of iced emotions, No emotion called love. Only filled with need for acceptance. Yet, the tiniest speck within the darkness yurns for a reason to feel. Some being whom will teach a lamb to swim. To achieve the impossible.