Is This What It Feels Like To Really Cry?

Is It Over Yet?

Where the sun used to warm with amazing, glowing rays, shadows have now replaced. Shadows, which ceased to exist until now. In the shadows there is infinite rain and wind where terrifying creatures roam. There is no room for thoughts of escape. The sky is hardly visible. How can such a place exist? Why can the sun not shine here? Why must suffering exist to such a degree? Longing for the sun becomes habitual. Terror resides and forces wonder if the sun can ever be visible. Will it always be like this? Eyes close as lips begin to move in soft chanting. Cool breath exhales the words. Barely audible to the human ear. Tears streak both cheeks dripping off the chin. Is it over yet?