My thoughts, echoing through my mind more loudly than the music that blasted from my radio, held me captive... Held me captive like the lingering grayness of the skies, threatening storms. Was the storm truly outside, or did it live in me? I sat and wondered alone in my room, now cool and dark, from which there was no escape. I could walk out, yes, but there I would still remain- a prisoner of the world I had fashioned.