As time rains over me,
It washes the pain away.

Being an intense person
Passionate about everything I love
Almost until it's too much to bear
Makes falling in love like flying too close to the sun

Sometimes I think
It's best
To just keep my feet on the ground for a little while
Some of us just weren't meant to fly

But flying was never really the problem
The hardest part about flying
Is the ground

Learning to land after a pummel
To fly again
Another day

There are times,
When I want to be alone,
And it's not anyone's fault.

But even well intentioned words,
That kind touches,
Turns into static.

And it feels as though a wall
Is separating me from everything else,
Filled with mist and fog.

If Feeling and Emotion are colors,
Then this thing is Grey.
Faded. Muffled.

Not invisible,
But washed-out.

When I am in that place,
There is nowhere else, nothing but this,
And there never will be.

But eventually,
It passes.

Sometimes it takes DAYS,
Sometimes HOURS,
But the wall DISAPPEARS.

The fog melts away,
The gray pulls backwards...
And I am myself again.