The food smelt nice. I reach my hand out to touch it. I might not talk but I can eat. Yet If you don't eat you die. It smelt nice but...I pull my hand away from it. I see a black stain on the ceiling. It was like the loss I feel for the sister lost. I grabb at the food and shoved in my mouth. Tasted like ashes. Spat it out. Blackness I craved. Just like the black stain on the ceiling........That music is fading