I sit in this dusty, dirt floor of my shack. Nails violently protruding from the jagged boards, a faded picture hanging precariously from one. The lop-sided cabinet is empty; once filled with fancy plates and sentimental treasures. The one light bulb is dangling from the ceiling, casting dismal shadows upon the eerie walls. And the sweet music I once heard is now silent. I rock back and forth, my silent screams fill the small room. I have nothing in a nothing world. My hope creeps away like the hungry roaches fleeing this place. "POP!" My only light bulb just bursts. Now I sit in the dark. All is now, perfect...