Everything was, to me, a rolling stone. I was getting dizzier, as things were growing louder. I've been relying on someone else's wings to hide me from blood, but I got lost and stuck my hand out. Eventually, it grew cold and numb, and even if I pulled it back in for a long time, I couldn't feel my heartbeat. all there was, was noise. (i drew this a little over a year ago, so it was during my own little great depression. >_>)