I stare out through the glass panes at the world a haze of gray, the low rumble of thunder punctuating the silence of the vista. The intensity of rain builds up steadily, until nothing can be made out anymore. And the train of thought that I had been hiding from, hoping to avoid, for a few days now, hits. And I wonder if it is only me or does everybody feel like this once every little while; feel this lost, feel like you hate everything even. No I don't think that describes it. I don't hate anything, rather it's i guess,....Numbness.