The cravings claw at my skin. My muscels tighten at their presence. I beg for just a moment of silence. I long for an escape, one that allows me to grow. I find myself walking down this pier. Wood creeks while my feet drag along its panels. The wind contors against my body, a hollow shell. Numbness begins to creep across, my blood starts to slow down. The waves crash down on them, echoing against the mountian walls around. The silence is no longer loud. My knees buckles and I drop onto the wet floor while relief falls over me.