Its all cold and shivery inside my cocoon

Mind still not working straight, a very cold breeze, seeping through this stuffy room, is giving me life to work with. One half of the room with fogged up windows, due to the rain constantly hitting it. The other half, open, breathing, with a clear view on the blurry world outside. There is never enough light in this room, only one bed-side glow is supposed to indicate that it is supposidly day. Hibernation in the 6 hours days, even sleep confuses me. Its not an escape anymore, its just a second world of chaos. I want to think straight, i want to explain straight, why isn't normality the only option?
Different people fill different roles. You can't feel the exact same thing for two people. You feel different shades. You feel your hand tugging at one soul, electrocuting any other senses. You feel you mind being swallowed up by another soul. One person you've know for years, the other for a few days. The rain jutts in landing on all the electric cables, half of me wants to be safe, the other half wants the whole room to explode. The answer to the immediate will be supplied very soon, and leaving you lying in a corner for quite some time.