There's a dark cloud hanging over my head. No matter how I try, I can't make it leave.

It's making it very hard to see the light around me. It's making it rather hard to breathe. I feel as if I'm dying, and I don't know what to do. Where do I go?

There's no one near. And even if they were I doubt they could hear my calls for help with the thunder, raging so.

It's so very cold. The wind howles like wolves, leaving me with chills all throughout my body. And I can't help but to trip and stumble, constantly falling to my knees.

I get up, of course. Though I'm not sure how long my strength will last. I feel the cold gnawing at my skin. The darkness turning me blind. My knees wobble, and my stomach keeps churning. I can feel myself slowly losing hope.

I am alone with a dark cloud hanging over my head. I can hardly move, I'm so afraid. What if I never see another human being again?

Does anyone even care? I've been here all this time under this cloud, and it seems as though not one person has come searching for me.

I'm trapped. I need an escape, before this dark cloud sucks away all my oxygen. Before it takes away all the light and leaves me totally blind.

But apparently, no one has noticed I'm so completely lost. Apparently they haven't noticed I've been missing for quite some time. I can't make it go away. Not on my own. I am weak that way.

So I suppose I'll just stay here, wondering how they don't see this giant storm, this big black cloud, hanging above my head.

And wait.

For the day I can see past the cloud and feel the warmth again.