Legend: Aximus As I look at myself in the mirror, the wind blows through these curtains like if I wasn't there, not colliding, not feeling, but it still gives me the air of my lungs. The shattered floor falling in pieces, one by one am I left in a stone, so lone yet not, and the wind blows harder but even the sorrow pushes harder. Is it pain? Is it remorse? Or is it...that I am just nothing at all, in a world that I can't understand but neither the world can comprehend who I am.