Lost

She's disturbed, by, whatever, god knows. She's sitting there, infront of the emotionless screen, with the constant buzzing from the speaker and the warm and incredibly dreary wind. Many thoughts are going through at this moment, and she's finding it hard to put them into words. The week just sped through unknowingly, and what has she complete? Nothing, but constantly troubled. Something is missing, what can that be? She hates this feeling, she's learning to deal with it, and she continues to falter, not unless she finds the key to her answer..