[ WP ] The sun goes out . Tell the story of a person who now lives a world of darkness .

I remember it well, the sun. The warmth gently kissing your cheek as your face is profiled by the by its incandescence. 
 
 That was years ago. 
 
 I have forgotten light. Not that fluorescent bullshit that people call light, but true light. 
 
 I have forgotten warmth. Not the emptiness of a cold embrace, but actual warmth. 
 
 Everything is dark and I dream of day at night, and i dream of day during the day. 
 
 Wander, we all aimlessly wander. The cold aimlessly follows. Where do we go? What do we do? I dream. Dreams are all that keep me awake. Food is diminishing, plants have died off long ago. Cannibalism thrives in every species that still exists. Me? My thoughts eat me while I, myself, rarely consume anything anymore. They plant their seed and watch their idea grow into flames. I ca n't tell you the last time i have talked to anyone but myself. Partly due to the fact that I do n't trust a soul anymore. I do n't even trust myself. 
 
 Cold has never felt so cold. 
 
 Embraces have never felt so distant. 
 
 This is my life. 
 
 This is existence.
