Waiting in vain

Why am i unable to go out in the day, i'm like a vampire hiding in his crypt, my thirst pinching my stomach, this endless craving for something more, something greater, something who'll give a resilience to my emotions, i'm cold here, and i have enough of staying frozen by the window, my arms stretched open for this world but i can't even retain the drops from the sky spitting at my face, regularly i fail, and the smell of the precipice is more and more attractive, if only i could sleep entire days or months, forget and stop craving for a little while.