I held the tiny, uneven piece of my heart in my hand. I didn't know what to do with it, where it came from, or why it was in my hand. Before I could do anything it crumbled before my eyes in such a slow motion. As slow as it was I had always been slower. The whole time I felt like something in my heart and mind faded away so slow I was not fast enough to respond. Gone in the wind the dust spun. That dust just- was gone in an instant. I don't know anymore, I feel like I can feel. I haven't gone numb. A shiny point came down crashing next to me, but I didn't flinch. I didn't move my eyes at all. It drew on my head, wrote words on my shirt, and erased the past. "I shouldn't have simply let go," my mind said. The voice was blurred. Every sight and word was coming through a blurry screen door. Every movement was empty and dulled. I felt the eraser drag away my eyes, my head, my ears, my nose, my mouth, and then me. Suddenly I was evaporated. Clouds were drawn above me and dropping me to the floor. So I was a part of a cycle now? Okay. Up, down. Up, down. Up. Down. I was water in the mist. The mist I would've been so captured by, but I was no longer me. I was only water in the mist now. Only water in the mist.