I knew it'd be gray here as my mind readjusts, But this unrelenting haze is almost becoming too much. I expected this fog so I'll just have to wait it out, In hopes to see gold rather than a blackout.
With a lowered head and red rimmed eyes... She held back her tears while praying to survive.
I'm losing control of everything around me, and only I am to blame. All I've ever known is changing, and I just want it to stay the same. I'm now slipping through the cracks, of a floor I thought was so strong. I'm holding on to everything around me, knowing it'll be gone before too long.