I want to return. Where have I gone? This pale, overarching shadow is not what I once lived. Dull, gray textures surrounds all peripheries. Who am I? This was not my intent. A once physical subsistence has now been superseded mentally and emotionally, or has this always been here? Have I been blinded by past hysteria? Clouded by hopes of resolution? I yearn to know what’s normal. Dreaming of vacating this desolate shade of gray, this cold, somberly body of apathy won’t respond. Dreaming of closure, dreaming a bright light.