Your eyes turn the colorful world you once knew, into a menacing, grey-scaled, wonder, from which you in no way, under any circumstances, could be pulled.
Your thoughts drag you into a never ending obis which drain the purpose from your lungs and the words from your lips.
You long to hold someones hand, but the only support is the railing, which you grip with such a force your knuckles turn the shade of table salt.
The realization that you are on your own...
sinks in.
You make your way down the hallway,
with such determination, you could burn cities, topple skyscrapers.
The hope of surfacing is washed away,
you need help... but do you want it?
No, you don't want the never ending burden to be ****** onto the ones that you care so much about.
A burning feeling fills your ribs and clots your torso with panic as you sink to the floor.
Curling into a shell of what you once were...
Or would be... you can't make out the real or the fake.
...
Finally, you emerge back into the static world you were once in. Reassuring your eyes with color, the world seems no longer separated from your grasp...
Your friends, family, and everything you care about stand sharp in your mind... they never left you...
Why did you try to leave them?