HALF EMPTY

Now i can really understand why Joy Division don't fit summer.

It's almost November.
I went out running.
Earphones on and the cold air is hitting my face.
One slow hour running and feeling around the streets.
Getting closer to unknown pleasures.
Curtis shrieks in my ears.

"Where will it end? Where will it end?
Where will it end? Where will it end?"

And i'm weeping a tear from my face, not knowing if it's from the cold wind hitting
my face
or
from the cold inside my soul.