Everything seems accordingly scattered, my brain in a muddled state to match. A place for everything. Everything in its place. What am I to be doing in this undoing sort of day? I haven’t the energy to lift this shade of gray.

The only way out is through, I abhor a mess, give me tidiness, the promise of a return to a semblance of innocence, I miss the people we used to be and yet I knew only a coerced change would set us free. Make us see. The sun slicing the haze, strength to fight the fade .

Every day isn’t bright but there is a light in every day, it burns in me no matter how I feel.